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goldsbitch · 4 months

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That second flight

part 4 to That one Christmas flight

summary: What happens when people stop lying to themselves? Sometimes, you get a good night out of it.

warnings: cheesy af, swear words and alcohoI guess, cliche probably, typos most definitely

Do not fuck it up, do not fuck it up, do not fuck this up.

Hey you? What kind of a message even is that? Ugh. She ruined it. Now she will have to move away and start her life again.

The weather forecast predicted high levels of overreacting for today.

He must have liked the cool girl vibe she somehow gave of on the plane. Y/N prayed for the gods of cool vibes to bless her again.

Lando was just about to start an interview for Sky Sports when he received her message. He imagined this was how it felt to win a podium. On the top of the world. He gave an absolutely charismatic, energetic and funny interview. One that would surely create lots of gifs on the socials. PR manager even high-fived him when they finished. To be honest, he could not wait for a moment of solitude so that he could reply.

"hey" he started. "so I broke the rule, ups" Her reply came instantly.

"I've noticed. But then again, you radiate speeding tickets vibe from miles away. So no surprise."

He smiled, well aware of how efficient the Italian ticketing was running.

"paid one last week, so you got me there" "so, how's your cool student life going?"

"Trying gain some wisdom, as people just feel free to call me dumb on social media these days."

"compliments come in a variety of forms, don't discriminate"

From now on, there was no way back.

The next few days consisted of constant texting. Joking around, sending pictures capturing their daily life - both of them keeping in secret that lots of the information shared was nothing new. They were careful, somewhat distancing themselves from any real deep topics. But, days felt like blur, waiting for the next text to come and somehow managing to live the real life in between that. Y/N stayed in most evenings, almost making her friends concerned.

It did not take long enough for famously patient Lando to getting sick of it. They had a week between the next three week round of races. It was now or never. He missed one chance by being mr. mysterious, so mr. direct it was now.

"so, lady. what are you doing this weekend?" he asked out of the blue.

"I dunno. Probably studying, I guess."

"well, you're smart enough, you can skip that. let's meet up."

Y/N pretended to herself that she was second guessing. She headed out, to the bar where her friends were hanging out before they planned on heading to some faculty party. She felt joining them suddenly. Sat quietly, listening to their usual chit chat. Her charade lasted about seven minutes.

"Yes. Let's." she texted and threw her phone deep down to her bag. She was nervous, heart racing and mind quite not catching up yet.

"I need to tell you guys something," she interrupted them and almost demanded immediate attention. Questioning looks followed. "Uh, so I met this guy on a plane. And I'm gonna see him again this weekend."

Saying it like that, she realized that it was all kind of real and that she probably could not explain it in words how bizzare it all felt.

"Aw, that's cute! Tell us more!" Teresa clapped excitedly, the whole weird vibe surrounding her friend making more sense now.

Y/N expected her friends to be more shocked. "Um, yeah. It's just this guy. I don't really know how it's gonna happen, but yeah."

"Is he coming here? Can we meet him?"

Y/N kept the information that they already did to herself. Just in case she is left stranded alone and disappointed.

"I don't...I don't know actually. Yeah."

"We will do as we always do - sharing location and staying by if needed, honey."

Y/N missed a text notification. "great. i'll fly you out to somewhere where we can be alone, not to sound too creepy."

She landed an hour after him. Lando sent a picture of him waiting at the airport cafe.

He booked the best hotel room he could find. Well, technically he booked two rooms. Just in case she wanted to keep her distance or if by any chance he fucked up so royally, that she would refuse to share space with him. At least, he could walk away from this like a gentleman.

Since she last him, she forgot just how hot this guy was in person. Seeing him, sitting casually sipping coffee and glued to him phone, she took a moment to study him. It was as if he was tailored specifically to her taste. His clothes covering his godlike body, not too muscular but enough for the sight of his arms sending her to different dimension. The origin of her audacity she had to be the first one to talk to him on the plane was unknown to her. There was no more panic left in her body, as she had done nothing but panicking the whole flight.

She walked and sat opposite to him.

"Hey," he smiled.

"Hey yourself," she replied. There was a moment of awkward silence. Turns out there was a bit of panic left in Y/N after all. Last week she though she'd never see this guy. And now she was staring in his eyes.

"Do you want some coffee?," he asked innocently. He looked her up and down, excited to see her. All of his worries he refused to acknowledge were gone. After all, she got up and flew here just to hang out with him. The reality of this filled him with confidence.

"Yes. A small tiny espresso with no milk."

"Great. Let's grab that and hit the road."

Lando's car might have as well run on butterflies alone present in his vehicle. There was absolutely no way for him to drive some random rental car, so he called up McLaren people to provide him one for the night. It came up in the same conversation when he requested personal time off. Both things came to a certain level of surprise, as he had never done this before. Y/N knew she had to work on a group project for one of her minor classes. Just like him, she had done something she would not have dared - and completely ghosted her group for this weekend.

"You look nice, btw," he commented casually.

"Well yeah, when you're not on an overnight flight across half of the world wearing airport attire, it makes thing easier."

"Hm, I would say sweatpants have some magic to them."

It was hard for Y/N to get the image of him out of her head.

"So, where is my lovely kidnapper taking me?"

They discussed prior to this that the vibe they would like out of this was a casual dinner and then finding the shittiest club possible and have some fun, trying to remain as private as possible yet within the vicinity of the small Italian city.

"My assistant found this lovely little place in the centre. Don't get mad, but I had him completely book it out. You know, the privacy thing," he said with more insecurity than one would expect.

Y/N picked up on that and tried to lighten up the mood. It seemed a bit excessive to do that, but he probably knew what he was doing.

"Your assistant," she gagged over dramatically. "Jesus, am I not worth enough for you to google on your own? Mr. Busy man. Was he also the one who found me online them?" she joked?

"I'm sure I'd have to hire a special person to that if I planned on outsourcing it."

"Creep."

"You love it."

And she did.

He parked in front of the restaurant, without a care for the world.

"So you're telling me we're making a big deal about keeping a secret that you're here, yet you decide to park like a proper asshole?" she remarked while he opened the door for her. Jokes were making her focus on something else than the fact she was falling for him too hard.

"Oh, you're going absolutely hate my plan," he laughed as they were entering the full on empty restaurant.

"Wow, look at that. I invited all my friends!" he whispered to her ear before addressing the owner.

"Hello, you must be Dario?"

This Dario person smiled brightly at him. "Ah, mister Papaya!" Lando nodded and Y/N rolled her eyes. Dario then started speaking Italian without a care of the world. Language wise deaf Lando did not count for the fact people just did not speak English in this part of Italy. A tiny crack in his plan. What was he suppose to do, call Carlos? But, Y/N having spend a good year or two studying there was there to ease the situation. She whipped out her B1 Italian and greeted the man. Dario's happiness filled up the room.

He seated them and immediately brought local red wine and giving a long talk about where this wine was from and how his grandma used to pick up the grapes herself and how the notes did this and that. Y/N tried to translate at the beginning, but Dario looked like was ready to give a TED talk. She started to loose the grasp of the story, which Lando observed. And like good gentleman he helped her out. No, of course not, when he saw her getting lost, he put on a super interested face and asked about seven follow up questions. Y/N was super annoyed. The kind of annoyed that creates a smile on your face.

When this showdown finally ended, Y/N nearly gulped the wine down. "So rude, Dario just said, you're suppose to sit it and let it roll," said Lando and with too much affect sipped his wine. "Aah," he took a deep breath and the bit his tongue. Y/N stuck her tongue out completely like a five year old child. "Yes, I can your red tongue, that's also one of the reasons why you sip it."

They sat, talked and laughed. He seemed genuinely interested when she blabbed a little bit too long about her latest projects. And then he asked her for a feedback on his latest merch, which by sheer coincidence included lots of photos of him. It was hard to admit how much he enjoyed the idea of her looking at him.

"So, um. I'm not sure I understood Dario correctly. But it looks like he insists on getting us the local speciality," she said hesistantly.

"Well, only if his grandma would approve. But why is this strange look on your face?"

"I must have gotten it wrong. Because burnt pasta just sounds wrong. If I wanted that, I could have stayed and have my roommate cook for us."

"Hm, that is an interesting idea." Lando pretended he did not know her roommate's name.

Once Darion brought out the burnt pasta, the couple had a hard time not to laugh.

"When in Rome...well not in Rome, but you get the idea."

"Why is this good?" Y/N proclaimed with her mouth full to the limit.

Lando laughed. "Ah, we have a lady at the table, I see. I mean yeah, I am not supposed to be having pasta now, but this is so weirdly good."

They finished their strange pasta and the bottle of wine. Said goodbye to Dario, Y/N tried not to think on how much it cost to close a restaurant down.

"Wait, what are we going to do about the car? We can't drive now."

"Not to sound like a complete asshole, but I'd like we remove the WE from any sentence including driving now at the beginning, if that is ok. And like I said at the beginning, you're gonna hate this."

"Go on, Lando boy. Tell me."

"Yeah, the car was provided by my employer. And they really need me, so I'm just going to leave the car here to get towed and inform them later."

"Jesus, why!"

"Well, I figured we'll get a taxi in the morning. I want to enjoy all the time I have with you. Dealing with the car is not on the menu today."

There was nothing for Y/N to reply. She was having too much fun to be thinking.

They found what seemed to be the shittiest bar playing 80's and 90's songs, weirdly colored lights swinging out of the rhythm and with people there consisting of old papas and few probably underaged kids. They brought their own wine bottle from Dario, Lando paid 100 euro for two glasses and for the bartender leaving them alone. It did not take long for Y/N to break out to the dance floor. Lando watched her clumsy yet somehow elegant moves for a moment, before he joined her. They danced, as if they were the only people there, laughing and completely ignoring the looks they were getting. And to the tones of remix of Brother Louis, they kissed again. And this time, they kept kissing until late hours, hand roaming around each other, as if they were two teenagers making out for the first time.

part 5

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bunnysnuff · 8 months

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Sleepy S/O with Charlie and Nick✨

Pairing: Nick Nelson x m!reader x Charlie Spring.

Triggers: Talks of Mental Health (Charlie Spring), Idk just let me know if I've missed any. Poly Relationship.

Note: this gif is too adorable I love it. I hate being single help.

Request.

Immediately they're both concerned.

Like aren't you sleeping?? Did you not get your eight hours??

Are you depressed? Is there something wrong? Why haven't you replied? It's 3:30 in the day??

Until the realize you're a naturally sleepy person but they still make you get checked.

LOL, everything's fine.

They have a love/hate relationship when you nap.

You look so cute but ugh they want to talk to you so badly.

Nick once even tried to wake you up but Charlie nearly killed him.

I feel that Charlie would nap a lot too, especially when he's had a bad mental health day and is feeling a little down. He loves nothing more then crawling in beside you and Nick and sleeping with lots of cuddles.

I don't feel Nick is the type of person to nap?? but sometimes after rugby practice, he'll be so tired that he would fall asleep.

"Do you wanna take a nap?"

"Y/N you just got up 20 minutes ago?"

They love to take turns spooning you when you sleep.

When you and Charlie are napping, Nick loves watching you both. He'll make sure you both have equal amounts of covers on you both. You both look so cute.

His photo album is just you and Charlie sleeping.

GOD FORBID ANYONE BUT THEM TRIES TO DISTURB YOU.

They will literally fight to make sure you stay asleep.

You're passed out not like you'd hear them fighting anyways.

Charlie is super jealous how you can sleep through anything or sleep anywhere. He once played the drums on purpose and he was shocked to see you didn't stir.

Nick nearly killed him.

They both love seeing your bed head when you wake up.

Lots, and lots of cuddling.

Love loves love when you fall asleep on//ontop of them.

"Where's Y/N, Char?"

"Asleep on the couch."

#narlie x reader #charlie spring #charlie spring x reader #heartstopper imagines #heartstopper x reader #nick nelson #nick nelson x reader #heartstopper season 2 #nick nelson imagines #nick nelson x m!reader x charlie spring.#charlie spring x reader x nick nelson #charlie spring imagines #bunnysnuff writes✨

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ssuperficialspacecadett · 1 year

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Escrito en las Estrellas (Written in the Stars)

Chapter Six of the Through the Scope series | Chapter Seven

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 4.6K

Chapter Overview: You celebrate your first month working at Brass Knuckles

TW: t*m in the gif (i hate this mf and i dont care who knows)

Notes: okay so this chapter is what started me on my 'through the scope' journey ! i was driving back home to visit family and the phrase "it's written in the stars" just came to me so naturally i had to write an entire Frankie fan fic just so i could birth this one scene (i had no other choice obviously). this chapter was originally twice its length, but i cut it in half so i could make two chapters out of it hehe. i updated the tag list so please let me know if i missed you !! as usual ... my asks are always open & happy reading <3

*no use of y/n & female presenting reader*

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“So you two really haven’t hooked up yet? Not even a small kiss? You’re killing me right now. It’s been a month!”

You’re on the phone with Robbie this evening to keep you company while you fold laundry. When she says that you have already been in Florida for a month, you feel shocked. Has it really been that long already? You count up the weeks in your head and today, Monday, marks the start of your fourth week here. Four weeks of watching your dad get stronger, four weeks of working at Brass Knuckles, and four weeks of crushing on Frankie.

“I told you we haven’t done anything, Robbie! But fuck if I don’t want to. The only thing is that I think he’s in a weird place with his girlfriend right now. Or maybe she’s his ex-girlfriend that he’s sort of talking to again? Ugh! I don’t even know!”

You give up on folding, you are doing a terrible job at it anyway, and flop yourself down, stomach first, on your bed.

“Why don’t you ask Benny about it then? Maybe he can give you some clarity?”

“For someone that’s so smart, you are so dumb.”

“Excuse me?” Her tone is playful, but still laced with warning.

“Look, I can’t just ask Benny about Frankie’s love life. It would be a dead give away that I like him and it just seems like…it just seems like an invasion of privacy.”

“You’re just stalling, you fucking baby. They are your friends right? Benny and Frankie?”

“Well, yeah? I would say so.” You’re not following where she's going.

“Then you should be able to ask them about what’s going on in their lives. That includes their love lives. We ask each other all the time!”

God you hate it when her logic makes sense.

“Okay! Okay. I’ll ask Benny about it at work this week then. Would that make you happy?”

“No, that would make me content. What would make me happy is if yall finally fuc-”

“Woah!” You cut her off with a laugh. “Don’t you have some studying to do, miss. lawyer?”

“I resent you for changing the subject right when we were getting somewhere, but yes I do. Call me when you grow a pair and ask?”

“Trust me, Robbie. You’ll be the first to know.”

You laugh to yourself as you toss your phone on your bed and roll over onto your back. You would be lying to yourself if you said that you wouldn’t be happy if you and Frankie finally hooked up either. Since you have been here, you have gotten a small feeling that he might like you back. First there was him observing you when you two first met while his friends talked around him. Then there was him inviting you out with the guys for fight night. After that was him not shying away when you gave him the note with your number and a heart. Y’all shared a beer together, he dropped everything to help you with your car, and proceeded to spend the majority of the day with you eating and shopping. Did he almost kiss you in your apartment that morning or had you just romanticized his gentlemanliness? There had to be something there right? Right?

But there was Rochelle. The woman who came before you. The woman who was first in line. While she was bad news according to Benny, you still felt hesitant about stepping on anyone's toes. You wouldn’t want that done to you. And yet you found your mind exploring the possibilities of what y’all could be to each other. Acquaintances? Friends? Something more?

***

It’s Benny’s turn to buy lunch today and he pulls through with Chick-fil-a. The conversation is natural while the two of you eat. Each of you take turns spitballing ideas on how to make the gym stand out more, if they should start selling food during fight night, if you will be a ring girl.

“When pig’s fly, Benjamin Miller. That’s when I’ll be your ring girl.”

The conversation slowly shifts into a more personal one. He talks about how he and the other guys love going to the beach together, but their schedules haven’t allowed it in a while. How all the ladies there can’t get enough of ‘old Brass Knuckles’. You share about how you and Robbie love walking around in downtown Austin, Texas and hunting for the best coffee, or food, or book stores.

“The beaches back home weren’t really the best.” You confess.

“You should come with us then! Maybe we can all plan somethin’!”

“Yeah.” You say wistfully. “Robbie is coming down in March when her school lets out for spring break. What about then?”

“Sounds fuckin’ awesome to me!”

Your tongue burns with the question you have about Frankie. It’s Thursday, which unfortunately means, it has taken you most of the week to gain the courage to bring it up. In your defense you had tried earlier, but it just never seemed like the right time. It would be weird to casually bring that topic up at random, but now that friends are being discussed…

“I’ve got a question.”

“I’ve got an answer.” He takes a sip of his drink. “Shoot.”

“I was just wondering how Frankie and Rochelle were doing. I noticed that he has seemed happier lately. Maybe they worked things out?”

He sets his cup down and looks at you quizzically. You get a nervous feeling that he’s onto you.

“Now that you mention it, he does seem happier, doesn’t he? Which isn’t anythin’ to take lightly. Especially for a guy like Fish. But to be completely honest with you, he doesn’t talk about her much around us.”

“Wait really? Y’all don’t talk about who y’all are dating?” Now your nervousness has started to make you sweat.

“It’s not that at all. It’s just,” He rubs his forehead with his hand. “It’s just different when it’s Rochelle. I told you that she doesn’t belong in his life and I still stand by that. Do you remember when I mentioned that we were a fucked up bunch?”

You nod your head at him.

“Well, it’s not my place to get into all of Fish’s business, but she played a pretty big part in that for him. It took me, the guys, and the strength of whatever higher bein’ is out there to pry him from her grip. He knows we don’t like her much. I think that's why he keeps most of it to himself.”

“Oh.” Now you feel stupid for asking. There is clearly more going in that relationship than you previously thought.

“But, he would have told us if they were officially back together. That I know for a fact.”

You’re content with his answer. At least now you know that you aren’t being a homewrecker. Surely a little more innocent flirting wouldn't hurt. Well it might hurt if he doesn’t see you that way.

“So that’s the only reason you asked?”

You stop, a french fry in hand, and cock your head at your coworker. “What?”

“Don’t play around.” He snatches the fry from you. “What’s the real reason you want to know what’s going on with Fish?”

In this very moment you make an elaborate mental scheme of how to murder Robbie and get away with it when she comes down to visit you.

“I was just curious.” You shrug.

“God, you’re such a fuckin’ liar!”

“I am not!”

“You got a thing for him, don’t you?!”

“I-I…well I-”

“I knew it! You like Fish!” He looks as happy as a kid on Christmas morning.

“Fine.” You can’t help but laugh at your friend's glee. “I like Frankie. I think he’s great.”

“Hey, I’m just glad it didn’t turn out to be Pope. That man needs to be humbled every now and then.”

The two of you burst into a fit of laughter together at the front desk. The people currently working out probably think y’all need to be admitted into the loony bin. It felt nice to finally tell someone here. Granted, Benny is Frankie’s friend, but now he’s yours too.

“Please,” You pant. “Please promise me that you won't say anything to him, Benny.”

“I promise I won’t say anything to him.” A cheeky grin splays across his face.

“I don’t think I like the way you said that.”

“Then don’t think about it. I said that I wouldn’t say anything about it, so I won’t.” He holds up one of his hands. “Scouts honor.”

You breathe a sigh of relief as he cleans up the remains of lunch and walks over to the trash bin.

“I didn’t say that I wouldn’t do anything about it though!”

He takes off running as his words register in your brain. You stand and yell after him as he vanishes into his office.

“Benny I’m going to kick your ass!”

The door’s bell must have gone off in the commotion because when you turn around to face the front of the lobby a very bewildered woman is looking directly at you.

“Oh! Sorry about that! Welcome to Brass Knuckles! How can I help you today?”

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Operation Catch-A-Fish Chat

Benny: It’s on boys! It’s fuckin’ on!

Will: Damn that was quicker than I thought.

Pope: Did she say something?!

Benny: She told me that she liked him while we were having lunch. Let's get this operation cookin’!

Will: I’ll be damned.

Pope: Told you we wouldn’t be pimping her out, Will.

***

Frankie lays on his back and watches the fan blades spin above him. The room is still stuffy as the hot air inside is only being pushed around. It makes him ache to be in a helicopter again. To feel the bone chilling air right as he climbs into the cockpit before a mission. He never felt cramped when he was in the air. Not like he does now on the ground.

He tries to pick a singular blade and count how many times it can circle the base of the fan in a minute, but he keeps getting distracted. You keep distracting him. He never manages to make it past 15 before you pop into his mind. Your melodic laugh, the way you furrow your eyebrows when you think, how it took you 30 minutes to pick one item off the menu at breakfast. He wonders how you’re spending your Thursday night. Guilt creeps in when he realizes how deeply you consume his thoughts. Although he doesn’t know if that guilt stems from the fact that he’s thinking of you while he lies next to Rochelle in her bed or because he didn’t feel guilty at all until he remembered she was there in the first place. What he does know is that he wouldn’t feel as cramped and lonely as he does right now if you were with him. You could have your limbs wrapped around him as tight as could be and he would still beg you to squeeze harder.

He turns his attention to the woman laying next to him when she breathes out deeply. She looks so much different in sleep. Her harsh features have softened. Her brows are relaxed and her lips aren’t contorted into a perpetual scowl. She looks, he thinks, kind. As if she is completely incapable of being the person that has wreaked so much havoc and heartache onto his life. She looks like someone who would want to be held as she slept. Someone who would want their lover to pull them in close and whisper sweet nothings in their ear that would be kept secret by the darkness of the night. Unfortunately, that wasn’t who she was. Rochelle never wanted Frankie to be affectionate with her unless she initiated it or when they were going to have sex. Even then she would groan in annoyance when he took too long kissing or going down on her.

“Just fuck me already.”

Although he would never admit it, he craved that intimacy. That closeness with his partner. He loved having his hands constantly on the woman he was with. It kept him calm knowing that she was close to him. He noticed that he also had less nightmares on the rare occasions Rochelle would allow him to hold her while they slept. She stirs slightly and rolls over so her back is facing him.

“God, what the fuck am I even doing here?” He whispers up to the fan blades.

He hated himself for winding up back in her bed. They haven’t officially gotten back together, but this is how it always started. She would slither back into his life and he would trip over her and fall right into her trap. It made him even angrier than he knew how she worked and he still wound up here. Yet, it’s so easy to slip into a routine you already know no matter how toxic it may be. The ball is still technically in his court. He still hasn’t given her an answer about the status of their relationship. He hasn’t completely sunk beneath the waves yet. He needs to remind himself that history doesn’t equate to longevity. He wants quality over quantity now.

The dinging of his phone pulls him from his thoughts. It’s a message from Benny in their group chat.

Benny: Sorry for the late message, but I’ve been doing some thinkin’. Since our girl has been here for a month I think we should celebrate. I know she wouldn’t want anything over the top, so maybe The Barrel this Saturday? Y’all down for that?

Pope: It’s about damn time she came out with us. I think I’m free then too.

Will: Benny, I’m literally awake in the next room. You could have just come and told me about your plan.

Benny: Text is easier. I don’t have to get out of bed this way.

Will: She definitely deserves more than a few rounds since she has had to deal with you for a month straight. I’m surprised you haven’t scared her off.

Pope: Same here. I would have run for the hills by now if I were her.

Frankie: Yeah I’m down too. Will and Pope can carpool with me and we can meet y’all after closing time.

Benny: Sounds good! See y’all then!

“Who was that, baby?” A sleep riddled voice asks behind his shoulder.

He feels his body recoil at the pet name. A pet name he once had to beg her to call him. Something to make him believe that what they had was good and sweet. How could something he longed for sound like nails on a chalkboard now?

“Just the guys. Go back to bed, Rochelle.”

Frankie falls asleep wondering if he will get the privilege of sitting next to you at the bar.

***

“I already said that I would come tonight, Benny! You didn’t have to keep asking every hour of the day.”

If you were being honest it was getting on your nerves. He told you last night that you absolutely, without a doubt, had to come to The Barrel on Saturday after work. You knew that you had been pushing it off so you conceded. You just wished Benny would get that through his thick skull. Although, having someone that invested in you is foreign so you put your annoyance out of your mind and focus on the good.

“I know. I know. I just want to make sure everything goes perfect. You told your dad that you wouldn’t be comin’ tonight?”

“Yes! I did everything you asked! I don’t know why you’re so worked up. We are just going across the street to get a drink after work.”

“I just want to make sure.”

“Aww!” You pinch his cheek as he waits with you in the laundry room. “Does Benny have a crush on me?”

“You wish you could get in on all this!” He flexes his left arm and blows a kiss at you with his right.

“Fuck off!” You shove him out of the room. “If you want to go get a drink you better leave me alone so I can put this load in the dryer. Long gone are the days of leaving wet towels to sit overnight at Brass Knuckles.”

“That’s why I love ya’!” He pokes his head back and kisses your cheek. A lovely juxtaposition to what you just did to him. “I’ll head over there and get us a table. Meet me there after you lock up?”

“If you’re lucky, Miller.”

Shortly after Benny bounds gleefully out of the gym, the washer announces that it’s finished. You hum to yourself as you toss the damp towels into the dryer and press start. It’s all a breeze from there. You collect your things from the desk, turn off the building's lights, and lock the front door. That’s funny you think my bag feels lighter than usual.

The night air is hot, but not uncomfortably so, as you walk across the street to The Barrel. The soft glow from the sign acts as your north star. You can hear how packed it is even before you swing the door open. How are you going to find Benny through all these people? Your eyes survey the room as you make your way through the crowd. A hand shoots up in the back and starts waving frantically at you. As you slip through more people you finally reach the clearing. It was all of them. All of the guys were waiting for you at a quaint table in the back.

“Happy one month!” They say in unison and raise their glasses.

“Oh my-”

You’re so starstruck that you can’t speak. They all beam as you make your way to the table and to the only empty chair. The one that sandwiches you right in between Pope and Frankie.

“Is this seat taken?”

“It is now.” The man with soft curls responds warmly.

“Are you surprised?! Did we get you?!” Benny can hardly sit still in his chair.

“Yes,” Your cheeks are going to be sore from smiling in the morning. “Y’all got me good. I can’t believe y’all remembered.”

“Of course we did, hon.” Will’s voice acts as a beacon of calmness in the bar’s chaos. “The gym was close to burnin' down before you showed up and saved it. Brightened our lives in the process whether you know it or not too.”

“Will…” Tears threaten to trickle down your face.

“It was not!” Benny bites back at his brother. “But, I am happy you called about my ad.”

“Cheers to you, hermosa!” Pope slides a bottle over to you. “Welcome to the group.”

As you raise your glass to clink with all of theirs, you look at each and every one of them. The genuine care they all have for you sprinkles your skin like a light summer shower. The kind of rain where it’s so soft that you don’t even realize you’re soaked to the bone until you reach your destination. It just kinda sneaks up on you. That’s exactly what they did and you couldn’t have been more grateful.

“Okay I need y’all to indulge me for a few minutes.” It’s somehow already 1:00 in the morning and you’ve lost count of how much you have had to drink. “I’ve been trying to figure out what each of y’all’s individual signs are and I think I finally cracked it.”

“Like our call signs?” Frankie’s shoulder presses up against yours when he leans into talk. You hope he doesn’t catch the way your breath hitches.

“You mean y’alls call signs. I still haven’t gotten mine.”

“You’re always going to be Brass Knuckles to me, Benny.” You offer to the man across from you. “But no, not y’alls call signs, I already know those. I mean your star signs.”

“Oh, shit! I was hooking up with a girl once that was really into all that mumbo jumbo!” Pope sounds even more excited than you do. “I already know these carbrons don’t know what they are. Google y’all’s birthdays and find out what it is.”

Once each of them confirms that they know, you crack your knuckles and pray that you have guessed correctly.

“I’ll start with you, Santi.” Maybe it’s the alcohol or maybe it's because you truly feel like his friend that you use his first name. “I think you’re a libra because you’re charismatic, you’re tactful-”

“You better stop before I fall in love with you.” He taunts.

“And you’re a whore.” The entire table erupts into boisterous laughter. “I didn’t need the stars to tell me that though.”

Next you move your blurry vision to Will.

“I think you’re a cancer. You’re someone who cares deeply about the people that are close to you. You always want to know how others are feeling, but ironically, you tend to keep your own emotions locked away. You think you will be a burden if you share them, but you won’t, I promise.”

“You hired a witch to work for you, Benny.” He brings his drink to his lips, but his eyes stay playfully trained on you.

“Do me next! Do me!”

“Alright, Benny. I think you’re a sagittarius. You have an enthusiastic love for life and adventure alike. You always lift the mood of the room when you walk into it. The life of the party if you will.”

“Freaky.” He whispers to himself.

You turn your attention to the man you have been most excited to talk about. “And last, but certainly not least: Frankie.” You are too drunk to notice the hush that has fallen over the group as you rest your hand on his shoulder. “I think you’re a taurus. You’re very hard working, a loyal and faithful friend, and you love physical affection.”

It takes Benny choking on his beer at your last comment to shake you from your trance. You slide your hand off Frankie's shoulder and turn back to the group.

“So…was I right?” Everyone is looking at you with wide eyes and open jaws. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Benny spends the next few minutes drunkenly pleading with you to tell him more about himself and his future.

“I’m not an oracle, you know. I just observe people and their actions and try to figure them out.”

“Well,” Pope arrives back at the table with the last round of the night. “Tell us what you have observed about Fish.”

“No, you don’t have to do that.” Frankie says shyly.

The alcohol in your bloodstream has made you more confident. “I want to.”

“Let the woman work, man.” Pope slides him a beer.

“You tend to be the glue of the friend group. A man with a hard exterior, yet a soft interior. While you'd never say it outloud, you enjoy taking care of people. You find it gratifying and it gives you a sense of purpose.” You have to stop to get your bearings for a second and acknowledge that maybe you shouldn’t have had that last drink. “Maybe that’s because you served or maybe that's just in your nature. I haven’t figured that out yet, but I’m working on it.”

Frankie hides his face with the bill of his hat, but everyone knows he's smiling under there.

Pope reaches behind you and claps his friend on the back. “Está escrito en las estrellas, hermano.”

As the bartender announces the last call, your group takes that as the cue to head home. Benny is more trashed than anyone realizes so Will says he will take him back home. He wrangles Benny’s keys away from him so he can use his car to drive them both. You were in no state to drive either and were too far gone to feel any embarrassment as the two men left point that out. With Pope grabbing your tote bag and Frankie grabbing your hand, the three of you walk to his truck.

“Come on,” Frankie helps you into the passenger seat while a very annoyed Pope gets into the backseat. “I’ll take you home.”

You can only mumble out a small ‘mmm’ to him because your body has become heavy with sleep. He takes it upon himself to gently buckle you into your seat. As he leans over to click it into place he gets a whiff of your perfume. It’s more muted now since the day is over, but it’s still just as potent to him as the second you put it on this morning. After he finishes, he hops down and closes the passenger door.

“He’s so nice to me.” You whisper to Pope in the backseat before you drift off.

“You have no idea. I just hope you remember when you wake up.”

Frankie climbs into his seat and cranks up the car. Both men opt to listen to the quiet sounds of the tires on the road instead of the radio for fear that it will wake you up. He pulls into your apartment complex and parks as gently as he can.

“Grab her keys from her bag, would you?” Frankie asks. He keeps his eyes on you while Pope looks. You look just as sweet in sleep as you do awake, he thinks. You really were as lovely as he thought you were.

“Uhhh, Catfish?”

“What?”

“She only has keys for the gym in here. I can’t find her apartment keys.” He hears Pope laugh dryly in the back seat. “I couldn’t have planned something more perfect if I tried.”

“What are you going on about?”

“The way I see it you have two choices. Choice one is to wake her up and ask her where her keys are.”

“I’m not going to wake her up, Pope. Mirar, solo mírala.”

“Choice two is to let her crash at your place tonight.”

They both look at you, sound asleep and ignorant about the current situation.

“I don’t know, man.” Frankie looks over his shoulder at his friend. “I don’t want her to wake up and think I kidnapped her or something. Won’t that be scary for her to wake up in a place that she has never been before?”

“It beats the hell out of waking up in the morning outside of her own front door.”

He knows his friend is right, but he’s still hesitant as to how you will react when you wake up. Reluctantly, he puts his truck in reverse and heads for Pope’s house.

***

Unlocking his front door while he has you in his arms bridal style proves a lot more difficult than he originally anticipated. Yet, he would do it a million times over if it meant that he got to hold you this close. When he finally gets inside he closes the door with his foot and heads straight for his bedroom. There was no question about it, he was going to sleep on the couch and you were going to get his bed. He walks into his room and leaves the door open so the hallway light can spill inside. Thankfully he didn’t make his bed this morning so the covers were already pulled back enough. He sets you down on the mattress like you were made of glass; one wrong move by him and you would shatter into a million pieces. A small cry escapes you when his body is no longer touching yours. He wants to capture that sound and keep it locked away in his heart. Before he tucks you in, he carefully unties your shoes and sets them down beside the nightstand so you will see them in the morning. He brings the covers up so that they rest just below your chin. Despite his initial hesitation to bring you back home with him, he can’t help but feel that you look perfectly in place in his bed. He kneels down next to you and tucks a rogue strand of hair back behind your ear. You unconsciously lean into his touch, seeking the warmth he provides. His lips find a home on your forehead and he whispers to you before he gets up to leave.

“Sweet dreams…mi estrella.”

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Forbidden Fruit

not my gif! credits to @bernthalized !!

pairing: dbf!frank castle x reader (mmmmm i haven’t decided yet if this is part of the current dbf!frank established series i have,, like this very well could be the backstory to how they started seeing each other but idk yet)

warnings: SMUT! age gap (reader is 21+, frank mmm late 30’s probably). blowjob of course. p in v sex.

summary: you find frank on the same holiday as you. taking this as your chance, you seek what you’ve always wanted and he too.

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Sipping on your cocktail, you spin around and lean against the bar. The liquid was so refreshing in your throat as you swallowed it down, the adrenaline from gambling and dancing catching up to you.

Your friends remained on the dance floor, each of them shoving their tongues down some lucky man’s throat that they’d all probably bring back to the AirBnB.

Not entirely keen on listening in on or contributing to this orgy, maybe you’ll buy some noise cancelling headphones with the $2,000 you won tonight. Unless of course you find a man for yourself that’s able to take you to his own home for the night. But being a state foreigner in the state of Los Angeles, you didn’t really like the idea of getting murdered so far away from home- or at all really.

So, you were pretty contempt in playing it safe and enduring the live action orgy porno while you try and sleep.

You soon found yourself at the bottom of your drink, the loud noise of your straw attempting to suck the remnants pulling you out of your thoughts.

It’s only then that you realise how fast the drink has already hit you, mind a bit warm and fuzzy. Wiping your lip, you place your empty glass back on the bar for it to be taken away. Just as you’re about to leave, in your peripheral you see burly a figure stand next to you at the bar.

You don’t immediately look, wanting to seem nonchalant if this person tickles your fancy. Seem mysterious and hard to get, y’know?

However, in your midst of momentarily ignoring this person, their voice as they order their drink makes your ears perk.

“Just an old fashioned please,”

You turn to look at them completely now, not even bothering with your attempt to seem nonchalant as you stare dead at their side profile.

He doesn’t even see you, head turned slightly away from you to glance back over at the stage, and just enough so that you escape his peripheral. But you know it’s him. Who else has this stupid fuck boy hair cut at his ripe old age?

“Frank?” You ask, a hand on his arm.

He practically whips around, defence mode kicking in at the sudden intrusion of his personal space. But he relaxes almost instantly at the sight of you, a smile etching it’s way onto his face in disbelief, “Hey!” He laughs a little and you smile back. Somehow, you find yourself hugging the long-time family friend before you, it only felt natural- a handshake was too formal and no contact at all just felt rude- plus you hadn’t actually seen him in a while and a hug was definitely appropriate, “Oh my God, what are you doing here?” He asks as you pull away from the hug, internally frowning at the lack of touch and contact with your tits that squished against his chest.

You don’t miss the way his eyes travel down to your chest- more specifically your cleavage. You suddenly feel naked under his gaze. But you love it.

“I’m on holiday with a few friends.” You glance over at the dance floor to no longer see any of your friends. You shove that thought to the back of your mind however as you focus your attention back on your Dads best friend, “What are you doing here?”

“Wedding.”

You blink at him once, glancing down at his hidden left hand before quickly blurting out, “Y-Yours?”

He’s quick to deny and you feel a surge of unknown relief, “No, no, his.” You follow the direction of his limp pointer finger, eyes landing on a man who you don’t recognise, watching the showgirls on stage as his friends rile him up. Ugh, bachelor party, ‘last day of a mans freedom’ bullshit. Turning your head back to Frank, you raise a questioning brow and he already knows what you’re about to ask, “He doesn’t know your Dad.”

You scoff, “I was gonna say, Dad would never turn down a wedding.” For a second, part of you thought that perhaps this was your parents way of surprising you on your holiday. After all, you had finished your first college semester and gone straight on holiday- much to the disproval of your mother who had wished you’d come home first.

“How’s college treating ya’?” He suddenly asks, grounding you back to reality and you perk up at the mention of your recent life.

“Yeah, it’s great. I made a heap of friends and got a heap of good grades.” You nod.

“Finally get yourself a boyfriend?” He asks teasingly, a running joke between you and your father and obviously Frank knows about it. It’s not that much of a joke, more like your father was just so incessant in whether or not you had this secret boyfriend you were hiding from him. He would literally embarrass you and ask all your friends whenever they came over, basically interrogating them about whether or not you had a boyfriend. It’s not that he would even care either- he just wants to know so he can meet the guy and make fun of you for it.

With a flushed smile, you shake your head slightly, “No, I’m… not so attracted to the boys in college.” You avert your gaze to your hands, twiddling your fingers and playing with your acrylic nails before looking back up at Frank through your lashes.

Fuck, if only you knew what that did to him… Except you did.

But he shifts in his stance, a curious look to his face as he tilts his head to the side a little, “Oh, I didn’t know you batted for the other team.”

You laugh a little at his misinterpretation, but don’t entirely blame him, “No, more like, the professors is what I’m after.”

His cheeks flush a little and you can’t help but get a kick out of his reaction. You hope his cheeks aren’t the only part of him that’s rushing blood.

“Oh, don’t tell your father that.” He laughs and you purse your lips jokingly.

Franks drink finally arrives and you engage in more conversation about college and life back at home as he drinks.

He tells you how it’s pretty much the same back home- not much having changed in the few months you were gone. Good. But there was one thing you particularly wondered about and whether or not it had changed.

“And what about you? Find yourself a little girlfriend yet?” You ask mockingly- a play on with his question he had asked you previously.

“Nah- well, I managed to flirt with some of the neighbourhood milfs but that’s about it. None of them are game enough to leave their husbands for me.” You snort at his answer.

“The absolute nerve.” You giggle, “To flirt with the Frank Castle and not leave their husbands whom they have children with for you.”

“I’m saying!” He throws his hands up in the air.

Biting your lip for a moment, you hesitate before saying, “Well, don’t lose faith,” You start, making sure to place a reassuring (suggestive) hand on his tricep, “I’m sure you’ll find someone eventually.” You say teasingly, squeezing his arm before retreating your hand.

He hides his pleasure well, slightly blushing with a small smile, “I hope so.” He says as he sips on his drink, eyeing you slightly and you just smile innocently at him.

It’s then that you realise how physically close the two of you had gotten. Your knees are touching, your heel is slightly caressing his leg (driving him crazy for the last half hour) and you’re leaned over the bar, holding your head up with your hand as you unknowingly give him lovey-dovey (fuck-me) eyes.

He’s too distracted by your tits to notice though. They almost spill out over the top of your dress from how tight it is on your frame and how your arms are subtly pushing them together.

Looking over at the crowd on the dance floor, you feel a slight buzz and boost of energy. Looking back at Frank, he’s practically drooling over your chest… and you decide to have a little fun with it.

You bounce in your seat a little, tits recoiling as you take his large bicep in your hand, “Come dance with me.” You beg. He finally looks up at your eyes now, a hesitant look on his face as he turns back to look at his friends by the casino, “Come on, no one will know.” You stand from your chair and tug on his arm softly, before whispering into his ear, “I know you like this song.”

He stands then, almost uncontrollably as his cock takes over his mind. You smile triumphantly and lead him through the sea of people.

It’s not long before your dancing up on him, keeping him close so as to not get touched by some other man. From the outside looking in, another man wouldn’t dare even look at you for too long.

His hands found their way to your waist soon enough and as you feel the prod of his stiffy against your ass, you smile to yourself and begin grinding against him.

You hear him groan in your ear, his grip tightening around your waist- almost keeping you from escaping.

You turn in his grasp, wrapping your hands over his shoulders and around his neck. You gasp softly when you literally feel his cock nudge your pelvis- and he feels it too. He looks at you a little guiltily, thinking he had gone too far and misinterpreted the whole ordeal between you two.

So, without any logical thinking, you pulling him down to your lips.

From the way he tenses, you can tell he’s taken by surprise and doesn’t exactly know what to do. But it’s not long before he’s pulling you closer by your waist and deepening the kiss. His hands also slide down to your ass. He squeezes the flesh softly, making you whine a little in his mouth.

He smiles against your lips at that, making you smack his chest softly. You pull away from the kiss then, resting your forehead on his, catching your breath that was lost in the kiss.

Your heart thumped in your chest. Another course of adrenaline for the night as you have literally just kissed your Dads best friend and grind against his dick. It feels so wrong, but so fucking good.

“Come back to my hotel.” He practically demands. Before you’re even finished saying ‘okay’, he’s tugging you through the crowd.

When you exit the casino, both of your friend groups long forgotten, you’re on the curb for about 5 seconds before Franks hailing down a cab.

After telling the address of his hotel to the driver, he’s attacking your neck. You shamelessly moan out loud as he sucks at your sweet spot, most definitely leaving a mark.

His hotel must not have been far for the cab ride was barely a few minutes. You watch in awe as Frank pays and tips the poor man generously before pulling you out with him and into the lobby of his grand hotel.

When you enter the elevator, it’s straight back to tongue and teeth. You jump in his hold and wrap your legs around his waist, allowing him to hold you up against the wall and deepen the kiss while the elevator makes its way up.

His hand that holds you up creeps extremely close to your heat, so much so that you find it difficult to return his kisses as he constantly squeezes the flesh of your inner thighs.

Frank smiles to himself, you’re already so cockdrunk that it’s hard for you to even kiss him. The elevator ride goes on for longer than usual, and excitement builds up inside you thinking of how high you’d be. Maybe if you get a bit more in you, you’ll beg him to fuck you over the railing of the balcony.

The sound of the elevator dinging made Frank break away from the kiss to reorient himself in the elevator and exit out of. He looked both directions, clearly forgotten which room he was in and you giggled up at his cluelessness.

“What’re you gigglin’ about?” He asks you teasingly, slapping your ass softly as he finally remembers his room.

“You’re so silly.” You tease, trailing kisses over his neck while he carries you through the rest of the hallway, before coming to a stop in front of his room door.

You couldn’t explain the excitement and rush that coursed through your body at this moment in time. It felt like such a dream to be wrapped around Frank, his hands on your ass as he unlocks the door to his hotel room.

He kicks the door shut once you’re in, uncaring if it’s locked as he brings you towards the bed and places you down it.

As he goes to your dress off, you sit up and stop him, a hand on his chest that makes him worry a little. Until you smile, and move your hands down to his belt.

You then stand from the bed, eyeing the small armchair diagonal from the bed, in front of the large window overlooking the city of Vegas.

With on hand on his belt, another on his chest, you push him backwards until he falls back into the chair. Eyes trained on you the whole time, he watches dumbstruck as you fall to your knees before him and continue to undo his belt.

You keen with so much excitement that you surprise yourself with how fast you undo his belt. He helps you out and lifts his hips just enough so that you can pull his pants down his thighs just far enough so that you have access to his boxers. They’re quick to follow suit and you gasp softly as his firm cock springs out of its confines. It slaps his stomach, a complete 90 degree angle and you have to contain yourself from drooling.

You take it in your small hands, the size of it restricting your fingers from touching as you encompass all of your fingers around it. God. Help. You.

Franks lips part slightly at the sight before him. God, he feels like he’s dreaming.

You stroke his dick a few times first, rubbing your thumb over his slit and spreading the precum all over his tip, making him groan slightly. When you look up at him with doed eyes, you take pity on him.

Puckering your lips, you slap his cock against your plump lips, kissing the tip. You kitten lick it once, before tilting your head and kissing along the side- driving Frank crazy with how much you’re teasing him because of how badly he just wants to fuck your face until your gagging around him.

And then you spot his balls. Smiling to yourself, you hold up his cock with your hand, kinda moving it out of the way for better access. Taking one of them in your mouth, you suck and moan around it harshly.

Frank throws his head back, groaning and tensing under the pleasure. You smile with his balls in your mouth before moving to the other one and giving it the same love.

Your saliva spills down it and Frank shudders at the feeling of your spit dripping down his balls.

“Fuck-“ He mutters through gritted teeth, hands finding their way to your head. He doesn’t push down or anything, just holds you in place.

Once you’ve had your fun with his balls, you make your back up to his cock, kissing from the base up before licking the prominent vein halfway up to the tip of his cock. And then you close your mouth around the head, sucking softly and twirling your tongue around the slit, moaning at the taste of his precum on your tongue.

His breath is staggered as you continue your motions with your hand on the lower half of his cock, a kind of circular motion with your hand while you suckle on his tip.

When he fists your hair, your heat pools in your panties and you try not to moan as loud. So instead, you take his cock all the way in as far as it can fit to gag yourself.

Frank literally loses his breath, eyes screwed shut as you go as far as you can and gag around his cock. Your saliva spills out of your mouth uncontrollably and down his cock. You catch it with your finger and as you pull yourself back up you use your hand to jerk the lubrication up his shaft.

You then begin your languid bobbing on his cock, taking him as far as you can each time. You want to believe the idea that you take him deeper each time you go down, but you don’t think that’s entirely true as you still gag when you reach a certain point.

The noises filling the room are purely pornographic and you squeeze your thighs together to try and relieve the ache in your pussy.

“Fuck, Y/N-“ He curses as you swirl your tongue around him once more.

He then bucks his hips up into your face, making you unexpectedly gag around him and interrupts your pace. But apparently it feels good from the way he groans above you.

He then sits up out of his leaned back positioned, leaning over you now as he pushes your head down and guided you back up at his own pace. You don’t mind though, whatever will get him to unload in your mouth.

As you easily comply with his pace, you bring your hand up to his balls and fondle with them in your hand. He cries out at the unexpected added pleasure, one of his hands coming down on your ass, making you jump underneath him. He then harshly pulls your dress up, exposing your ass to the air before smacking your bare ass again.

You whimper around his cock, but by God, does it feel good. Your panties are probably soaked as you feel some of it drip down your thigh out front the small fabric of your g-string and you moan around him.

You await another spank, but nothing comes about. You then realise how tense he feels underneath you, how the muscles of his thighs are rock hard and how he curses and begs you to ‘keep going’, ‘right there’.

It takes one final buck into your mouth until he’s cumming all down your throat, painting the inside of your mouth white with his seed.

As he fills your mouth, you take his cock out and let the rest of his cum spill out on your lips and face, making Franks cock twitch in your hand at the sight he could really only dream of seeing.

With his cum still on your face, you show him the contents of your mouth before swallowing it down and taking your finger and cleaning your lips of his cum, sucking your finger clean.

With deep breaths, he hands you the tissue box from the small coffee table beside his chair and you take a few tissues gratefully.

“Thank you.”

You wipe your chin and cheek. And as you feel a bit of warmth over your chest you look down and realise he had spilt some over your tits as well.

As you clean yourself up, you’re barely given a few seconds to recompose yourself before he’s pulling you up into his lap on the chair.

“Where the fuck did you learn how to do that?” He asks and you’re unsure if its rhetorical or not.

“Practiced on my dildo a lot, always imagined it was you.” You say. And one thing he didn’t know, it was the truth. It was the complete, utter truth.

He just laughs though, pulling your dress up over your ass once more and slapping your ass. He then eyes your tits that are inches away from his face, pulling the straps of your dress down so that they spill out from the confines of your dress.

He takes a second to admire them, squeezing the flesh and running his thumb over your nipple, making you gasp softly at the tingle it gives you.

As you bring your hand around his head, playing with the short strands of his hair, he brings his mouth towards your tit, wrapping it around the nipple and you throw your head back.

He looks up at you while continuing to suck and flick his tongue over your little bud and you find yourself grinding your hips against him. Which is when you feel it. His bare cock still dripping with cum, resting on his stomach still rock hard- grind against your barely clothed, soaking centre.

And from the way he bites down softly on your nipple, you know he feels it too.

“You like that, huh?” He asks, smiling at your attempts to conceal the guttural moan that wants to escape you at the feel of his cock so close to your core, “Want me inside you?”

You nod weakly, hand planted on his chest to try and ground yourself and not fuck him right then and there. He removes himself from your tit, kissing up your neck instead until he reaches your ear, “I always watched you.” He confesses, “From across the street. When I was at the house.” He lists and you just smile softly.

“I know.” You confess back, and he furrows his brows a little. You knew? “Always pampered myself if I knew you were coming over… and never wore any panties.” You grab one of his large hands that was planted on your hip before bringing it down below your dress. You then bring it up your thighs, skimming the trail of your slick before reaching your cunt. You move your panties to the side, before connecting his hand to your clit, “But you knew that.” You continue, as he rubs his fingers over your clit and through your dripping hole, “I know you saw.”

Frank is transported back to the time when he was over at your house as per usual. It was only about midday, but he’d been there since the morning.

Your parents were holding yet another BBQ for a few of your parents friends in celebration of the New Year. So they were spending the day setting up the backyard and preparing the food.

Once they had finished they had decided to go stock up on more food after making the snap decision to invite more friends… which is how you found yourself alone with Frank.

“Y/N- Oh…” Your mother stops in her tracks, her heeled footsteps coming to a stop and you relax your body even more. She turns to- what you can only think is your father, “She’s sleeping.”

There’s a pause as your Dad thinks for a second, “Just let Frank watch over the house.”

You’re so glad your mouth is covered by the blanket so that you can smile wickedly. Your plan had worked.

Soon enough, they had left for the store, leaving Frank in the kitchen and you in the living room, ‘sleeping’ on the couch.

Once Frank finishes up washing his hands and grabbing another beer, he decides to go check on you- in case you had woken up at the sound of the car starting and wondered why you were left alone with your parents best friend.

But instead, he was met with the sight of your bare pussy. Your leg was hiked up against the couch, and your dress had been hiked up your hips- the blanket covering the rest of your body also haphazardly thrown off your lower half.

His eyes widened, fisting his beer bottle so hard his knuckle turned white. He couldn’t bare to look away. So he just stood there for a moment while his dick hardened, staring at your sweet, sweet pussy.

You then shifted in your ‘sleep’, turning over and pulling the blanket back over your body- eyes still closed as you settled back into your ‘deep sleep’.

Frank was long gone by then, scared you had caught him staring and trying to will the image of your cunt out of his mind. But he couldn’t. In fact, he didn’t want to.

And all the other times your nipples poked through your thin shirt and your ass hanging out of your booty shorts. It would be described as something that left little to the imagination. Which wasn’t entirely true because there was no imagining, Frank had seen it all.

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, he looks up at you, his hand still gliding through the folds of your cunt, “Didn’t know it was for me.” He admits. Which was true. If he did know, he would’ve made a move ages ago… You tilt your head, how could he not know it was for him? “I was with your father in thinking you had some secret boyfriend.” He explains and you roll your eyes. He then shoves a thick fingers inside your cunt, “Turns out she’s just a whore for older men.”

You sigh blissfully as he finger fucks you, “You caught me.” You smile, rocking against his hand, “I always hoped you would come upstairs and fuck me.” You confess more, words coming out a little slurred as you ride out your pleasure on his fingers that curl in just the right place, “My parents would be downstairs and they wouldn’t have a clue that their only daughter was being fucked by their best friend.”

He pulls his finger out of you then and for a second you’re worried you had gone too far. The realisation that your his best friends daughter, this forbidden fruit, hitting him and he’s regretting everything. Until he brings his fingers to his lips and sucks on them.

Your eyes fall hooded as you watch him do so, moaning against his fingers at the taste of your slick. You then watch as he takes them out of his mouth and all but shoves them into yours.

“Always wanted to.” He replies and you him around his fingers at the mixture of his saliva and your own cum.

You release his fingers with a pop, never breaking the eye contact you hold with him as you whisper against his lips, “So do it.”

That’s practically all it takes for Frank to pull your dress over your head, leaving you bare for him but gives him easier access to your cunt.

He then takes his hard cock, still laying flat against his stomach and taps it against your wet cunt.

You hiss at the contact, just wanting it shoved inside of you but also wanting to prepare yourself first. He slides it through your folds, a pussy job at its finest as he only places the head inside a few times.

To be completely honest, you’re a little intimidated by his size and not entirely sure he will fit- not comfortably at least. But that only builds the excitement within you.

“Ready?” He asks, eyes trained on your pussy, leaking and more than ready to take him.

You hum your answer, nodding your head slightly as you bite your lips and dig your nails into his shoulder to prepare yourself.

He slides the tip in easily and you inhale a deep breath. The rest of his length is slow and burns at first, making you cry out softly.

He massages your ass to soothe you and kisses your temple before going back to your pussy and concentrating on the pace at which he intrudes your right hole.

Every inch seems to just her thicker and thicker, but it’s not long before you find yourself at the base, his cock fully sheathed in your tight pussy.

You finally exhale the breath that you had been holding, cunt clenching so tight around his cock it’s literally a wonder how he fit it inside without tearing you apart. Eh- don’t speak so soon, we’ll see about that when you go to pee after this.

He gives you a moment to adjust to his size, whispering sweet nothin in your ear about how good you feel, to relax and how he can’t wait to fuck you so hard. The last part doesn’t really help, but it feels nice.

When you think you’re ready, you nod, hooking your arm around his neck and getting more comfortable as he places both hands on your waist.

“You got it, whenever you’re ready.” He encourages.

And so, you slowly lift yourself up off his cock, the way up just as bad as the way down, and you can’t deny the burn it gives you.

Once you feel the tip of his cock about to exit, you halt before going back down. This time ‘round, the burn it’s as bad as you spread your slick all over his cock. The way down is much quicker this time and you don’t go all the way down. You stop about 3/4 of the way down before coming back up and beginning your bounce.

He of course helps you, lifting your hips and planting them down each time now that you’re comfortable. You rest your head in his neck, clawing his back and still clenching tightly around his cock.

He then starts to fuck his hips up into you, and you whine softly, “Fuck, Frank!”

“Like that, huh?” He asks, smiling down at you as you fall limp in his hold. You nod weakly, practically letting him take control now as he fucks up into you, balls hitting your ass with his rough thrusts.

Suddenly he stands up out of the cramped chair, taking you with him as he makes his way to the bed. He sets you down on your back, kissing you briefly before standing to his full height. He brings one of your legs over his shoulders and kisses your ankle before beginning a much deeper and more controlled thrust.

You arch your back off the bed at the new level of deep he hits inside of you. You don’t think you’ve even been able to reach that spot with your own fingers or dildo.

“Fuck, fuck!” You moan, “Fuck, daddy.”

Frank felt like he was about to cum right there at that. His cock literally twitched inside of you and that told you all you needed to know about how he felt about that.

You smiled softly, brining him down by his neck so that you could kiss him. He continues to thrust into you, the sound of slapping skin literally echoing through the room.

You moan into his mouth and tug on his hair roughly as he continues to hit that spot. “Right there, please don’t stop.” You beg, literally crying at this point as he sucks on your tits once more.

The head of the bed slams against the wall now as his thrusts become quicker and harder. A lone tear escapes the corner of your eyes as the pleasure builds inside of you at a fast pace, the flower inside you about to bloom.

Your pleas come out slurred as you see white in your vision- even as you close your eyes. Your nails dig into his neck as his hand rubs at your swollen clit.

He only rubs it a few times, simultaneously thrusting deep inside you. So deep he swears he sees his dick bulge through the skin of your stomach. Until you’re cumming hard around him.

Your moan gets cut off by your own throat, the pleasure taking over all of your senses you don’t even hear the way Frank guides you through your orgasm. Telling you to cream his cock, how you’re his good girl, how he’s close too.

He overstimulates you as he continues his thrusts, chasing his own high. Your legs squeeze around his waist at the stimulation, and now you’re begging him to cum inside you.

The warmth of his seed filling you up makes your eyes roll to the back of your head and you swear you see stars back there.

He doesn’t give you all of it, he pulls out swiftly, making you whine, as he paints your cunt and stomach and tits with his hot, white cum.

You smile down at the mess before throwing your head back down against the plush mattress, chest heaving. Frank grabs one of the folded hotel towels on the ottoman by the bed, wiping your stomach clean before chucking over on the arm chair.

Pulling his boxers back over his cock, he kisses up your body before moving you up the bed a little so that you’re head rests against the pillows instead.

You’re way too fucked out to focus much longer, sleep taking over you as he places the blanket over you. Your eyes grow heavier by the second, the last thing you remember is Franks lips on yours.

It’s early in the morning when you wake up. You only know this because of the digital clock on the bedside table that tells you so. As well as the sun peaking through the curtains but that could mean any time in the afternoon even.

It would be cliche for you to say you don’t remember who’s bed you ended up in last night. You remember every part of it, including who it was.

Which is why, when you turn over to an empty bed, you feel a bit of sadness pang in your chest.

Has he left you? Did he run for the hills and not look back?

“Hey, you’re up.”

You head whips up to the voice, Frank emerging out of the hallway that lead to the bathroom by the front door. A towel wrapped around his waist, his hair slicked back and water droplets still dripping down his chiseled chest.

You smile at the sight of him, both admiring his figure and glad he didn’t in fact leave you hanging.

“Thought you left me.” You scoff, sitting up out of bed rubbing your eyes from the sleep. God, you probably looked a mess. But like a hot mess.

“So,” Frank starts, gaze lingering on the floor and you tilt your head curiously, “This stays between us, right?”

You smile softly, biting your lip to contain a laugh, “No, I definitely have to tell my parents.” You joke, finally laughing at the way his face drops as he believes you for a moment.

You reach for your phone that’s stuffed inside of you purse the bed side table closest to you- it hadn’t been charged but still had like 20% of battery left.

Upon turning it on, you browse the few notifications you had- many of them being missed calls and texts from your friends, asking where you had gone and if you were safe.

While you looked through your phone, Frank turned to his suitcase that was perched on top of the dresser in his room. He quickly found a fresh pair of socks and boxers, fiddling with them in his hands momentarily, deep in thought about the events of last night.

“Did you mean what you said last night?” He suddenly asks.

You divert your attention away from your phone and back up at him. He’s facing you once more after having turned to his dresser, a difficult look on his face that you can’t quite decipher.

Tilting your head, you smile a little, there was a lot of things you said last night that he could be talking about, “Which part?”

“That you always wanted me to fuck you?”

“Mhmm,” You hum, “Did you mean it when you said you always wanted to?” You ask, flipping the question. He doesn’t say anything in response, instead just eyes the parts of your naked body exposing themselves through the scrunching of the blanket around your figure. He nods once then. You smile, almost victoriously, holding the blanket over your chest as you get up on your knees and waddle towards him on the other side of the bed. You reach for his arm, pulling him closer as he extends it out towards you. You entwine your fingers with his, hand in hand now as you look up at him, lips ever so close, “Well, if you want,” You softly kiss his lips, “I’m more than happy to continue this little… arrangement back home.”

His answer was given in the reply of fucking you against the glass window of his hotel for all to see. If he had to hide the fact that he was fucking you back home in New York, then he was going to bask in the freedom of it while he could.

And as Frank left to attend the wedding ceremony of his friends’, you couldn’t help the excitement that bubbles inside of you- along with the warmth of his cum that he filled you up with not long ago. There were no nerves in this it all- despite the fact that you were literally fucking your Dads best friend. The forbidden fruit of men for you to date if your Dad could compile a list, probably followed closely by Tony Stark- his other friend. You didn’t mind that guy either- he was filthy rich.

But, you’re glad you have Frank. You still feel like you’re dreaming every time you think about the fact that you fucked him and will continue to fuck him. Life just got interesting.

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i literally forgot all about this gif and it was like in the depths of my drafts and i was like oh no! but here it is hope u enjoyed the blowjob smut was like top tier writing for me idk why

#frank castle #frank castle x reader #frank castle smut #the punisher #frank castle x you #the punisher x reader #the punisher smut

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Are we friends or are we more?

a/n: omg hey yall it's been a while lol! i got the title name from a one direction song ugh i miss them,,anyways this piece took me FOREVER cause my life has been a silly little roller coaster🥳i ended up combining two of my besties requests cause i thought it would be so cuTE!! i hope u guys enjoy it and credit to the gif owner! <3

Growing up with Steve has been nothing but an adventure. Steve Harrington has been your best friend the second your dad got a promotion at his new job and moved you and your mom into the new neighborhood. He watched with wide eyes and a big smile as you jumped out of the car and ran to the front door of the house.

“Hi!” he shouted and waved.

You turn around and face the small boy and wave back.

“I'm Steve! I live next door!” he panted out while running over to you.

“I'm y/n! This is my new house!”

“Yeah, old man Walt used to live here,” Steve said while kicking a rock around. “He was mean and always kept my balls if they went over the fence.”

You gasped and turned to your mom who was helping unload the truck.

“Mommy! Can I go to the backyard with Steve and look for his toys?”

“As long as you don't get your dress dirty honey, play nice!”

As cliche as it sounds, the rest was history. Steve and you stayed attached to the hip ever since that very day. Although he was growing, Steve never really changed. He kept his boyish charm and still told his not-so-funny jokes. The only thing that really changed about Steve was his reputation and his looks, and god was he nice to look at. You'd never admit it but a part of you always thought you and Steve would end up together. The both of you would watch countless movies about the boy falling in love with the girl next door, you'd expected something to happen as time went on, but Steve never made a move.

The older you two got, the more blurry the lines of friendship got for you two. Maybe it's because the older both of you got, the more thoughts you'd have about each other. Steve would never act on his thoughts, the furthest he's gone with you is sharing a bed from the many sleepovers you guys had.

“Do you ever think about me?” The time was currently 1:07 and even though everyone was asleep, you still found yourself whispering.

“I think about you all the time.” He's telling the truth.

“Not like that…I mean romantically.”

Your heart was pounding out of your chest right now. You know you shouldn’t have asked him this, Nancy just broke his heart a month ago but you have to know.

“Oh.”

It was a simple response, but it was enough to break your heart just a little bit.

Steve never answered you that night, but he wanted to. Steve has thought of you romantically ever since you set foot into your backyard with him and helped him find the balls old man Walt kept from him. Of course, he wasn't going to say anything about it though cause he'd rather not fuck up the one good thing in his life. You began to distance yourself after that little situation, nothing too bad. You just drive yourself from school and give him a small smile in the halls instead of greeting him.

“What is wrong with me Robin?! Why did I even ask that?” You asked while hiding your head in your locker. Robin lets out a hum and fixes her hair in the mirror you have hanging in there.

“You are the most cliche case I've ever heard of.” She chuckles out.

“Cliche or not I shouldn’t have put him on full blast like that.” You close your locker, ignoring the whine Robin lets out.

“Y/n, you didn't put him on blast. You just asked a simple question! If I was in your shoes and had someone treat me like that I’d want to clear the air too.”

You pouted at her. “Are you just saying that to make me feel better?”

She smiles at you. “And cause Steve is taking Stacy on a date tonight.”

Your heart is pounding, matching the rhythm of your hands slamming onto the door. You stop again checking your watch, biting down on your bottom lip. It was currently 9:55 and Steve took Stacy out around seven. Now, you haven't been on a date in a hot second, but they don't usually last this long, right? His car is parked in the driveway which means he's home. You sigh and lift your hand up to knock again but Steve swings the door open. The first thing you notice is him rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, then you see the bruise that's forming on his neck. You see how they fall to his chest and you realize Steve is shirtless.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” He asked while yawning.

“You're shirtless.” you mutter. You've seen Steve shirtless before, but this is different. The way the moonlight shines on him makes him look ethereal.

Steve chuckles and shakes his head. “Eyes are up here sweetheart.”

Your eyes shoot to his face thinking you'd snap out of your daze but you just get worse. Steve still looks half asleep and his hair is sticking up in awkward places. You restrain yourself from reaching out to fix and clear your throat, you're putting your heart on the line right now and to say you're terrified is an understatement.

“Steve?” a voice breaks out. Your eyes fall to wherever the voice came from and you let out a breathy laugh. Stacy is standing in the middle of the stairs with Steve's shirt over her small frame.

“Stacy’s here.” You say, not taking your eyes off of her.

“Uh, yeah,” he turns to face her. “Go back to bed babe, I'll be there soon.”

She doesn't listen, instead, she leans against the railing glaring at you, almost as if she dares you to finish what you were about to say. Steve rolls his eyes and turns his attention back to you.

“Everything okay?”

No, but you nod your head and take a deep breath.

“I uh, I remembered you had my sweater here. Just wanted it back.”

Steve furrows his brows. “You came all the way here at,” his hand reached for your wrist looking at the watch you wore. “Ten o'clock just to get a sweater?”

You laugh. “Yeah, it was stupid. Very stupid.” you wipe away a tear that managed to escape and Steve stands a little straighter.

“Hey, it's okay I can grab it-”

“No, it's fine. I should…I should go.”

Steve’s shoulders slump and he nods his head. He feels uneasy but he's not sure why.

“Okay. I’ll see you later?”

You nod your head. “Bye Steve.”

That was the last time you talked to Steve. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and before you knew it you and Steve were complete strangers. You'd run into him when Mrs. Henderson asked you to watch Dustin, every time Steve saw you it was like he saw a ghost. He’d try and talk to you but you'd either just walk off in the other direction, or you'd give him a quick goodbye only to have another awkward interaction next time he was with Dustin.

“Did you and Steve have a thing?” Dustin asked as you parked your car in the mall parking lot. You reach into the back grabbing the dreaded scoops ahoy hat.

“What? No! Why did he say something?”

Dustin shrugs his shoulders. “He talks about how he misses you…hey did you know he got a new job?”

You step out of the car and make a face. “Where?”

Dustin follows you out of the car and glances at you.

“Uh, nowhere important.”

You pin your nametag to the brightly colored shirt you have and stop in your tracks.

“Where, Dustin?”

Dustin stumbles over his words, hands flailing in every direction possible as everything finally clicks.

“Please tell me it's not at scoops…”

“Okay, it's not at scoops.”

You open the door for Dustin rolling your eyes at his answer.

“You're a shitty liar.”

Dustin shrugs his shoulders and walks into the busy mall with you.

“Are you going to miss me when I go to science camp?”

“If that's what you want to call it, sure.”

Dustin glared at you, causing you to chuckle and shake his head around a bit.

“‘Course I’ll miss you, Dustin. Now, go find your demon friends.”

Dustin thanked you for the ride and ran towards his friends who were waving at him. You quickly make your way to work, smiling at Robin when you see her behind the counter.

“There's my fellow sailor!” she laughed out. You led out a sarcastic laugh and clocked in.

“You'll never believe what I found out.”

She let out a hum and leaned against the counter. “Let me guess, Steve works here now?”

“How does everyone know except me?!”

Robin laughs and holds up his name tag. She tosses it to you, takes a sample spoon, and dips it into the strawberry ice cream.

“He starts training tomorrow.”

You let out a groan and set the name tag aside.

“I'm working tomorrow!”

“I know, lovers will be reunited- hey!”

You snatched the small spoon out of her mouth and tossed it into the trash can.

“We are not lovers!”

“Well not yet but-”

“Not ever, I stopped talking to him for a reason.”

Robin rolled her eyes. “Well, I don’t think he's stopped talking to you.”

You narrowed your eyes at her and smiled when you heard customers walk in.

“You have customers.”

“I hate you.”

You blew her a kiss and let out a laugh when you saw her catch it and throw it into the trash.

“Ahoy sailors, what can I get for you today?”

You fight the urge to let out a groan as you rest your head on the counter. Why did you decide to go to a party knowing you had an early shift? You're not sure, all you know is the Advil is wearing off and the customers won't stop talking.

“Hey, are you okay?” Steve asks while glancing at you.

You shook your head and let out a groan. Working with Steve has been…eventful. When you had to train him for work, it was a bit awkward in the beginning but soon Steve’s charm won you over once again. Although there were still a few awkward moments shared between you two, it wasn't as bad as it used to be. “Remind me to never go to a party ever again,” you mumble while walking into the back. Steve furrows his brows and follows you.

“Party? You hate parties.”

“No, I used to hate parties, now I somewhat enjoy them.”

Steve makes a face and it's one you can't read. You know he hasn't been to too many parties ever since he's lost his king Steve title to Billy.

“How much did you drink last night?”

“Enough for me to regret it the next day,” you said with a smile. You took a seat at the small table and massaged your temples.

“What made you drink that much?” Steve asked while taking a seat across from you. You let out a chuckle.

“Since when does anyone need a reason to drink?”

He shrugs his shoulders. “Not like you to drink.”

“You act as if you know me, Steve.”

“I used to.”

A dry chuckle leaves your lips. “Yeah, used to being the keywords.”

Steve leans forward and rests his arms on the table.

“Why’d you stop talking to me?”

Time felt like it froze when you stared into his eyes.

“What?”

Steve opened his mouth ready to ask again when Robin burst through the door.

“I got you some more Advil!”

You smile at her and practically snatch the bottle out of her hand. She stops you from opening the bottle before handing you a bottle of Gatorade.

“You're an absolute angel robin.”

She shakes her head and chuckles at you.

“Did you go to the party too Robin?”

“Yeah, it was pretty fun.”

Steve’s eyes widen. “Why wasn't I invited?!”

“Cool people only,” you said with a wink and stood from your spot.

“Steve you have customers upfront.”

“What? But my lunch is happening-”

Robin shushed him and put a hand up to her ear. “You hear that? Sounds like customers asking for you.”

Steve rolls his eyes muttering how she owes him an extra ten minutes for his break. Robin rushes him out and makes sure the window is closed before turning to you.

“How much do you remember from last night?”

You give her a confused look and think about it. You don't remember as much as you'd like to, but you also didn't black out until the end of the night.

“Uh, last I remembered was playing beer pong with you? Why?”

Robin let out a nervous giggle. “No reason…no reason at all. Do you remember, oh I don't know, kissing someone?”

You shake your head drinking your water.

“You kissed billy.”

You let out a gasp making the water go down the wrong pipe, which made you start to choke and gasp. Water dripped from your chin down to your uniform as robin smacked your back. Steve slides the window open and looks at you in shock.

“Jesus Christ, what happened?!”

“Uh, she just drank too fast. Yes. Yes, that's what happened, right y/n?!”

Your coughs die down a bit and you give Steve a thumbs up. He looks at you for another second before slowly closing the window.

“Billy Hargrove?!” You whisper shouted at her.

“No, Billy Idol. Of course Billy Hargrove!”

You stand still for a moment trying to come up with a plan. It shouldn't be that hard to avoid Billy, you avoided Steve for what? A year almost? You'll be fine with Billy! You don't even see him on a regular basis, what are the chances you'll bump into him again?

“Hey, can I go to lunch now?” Steve asks while coming back into the break room. You pat his shoulder and nod your head.

“Yeah, I'm gonna head out when you come back though.”

You make your way out to the front and stop dead in your tracks when you see a familiar set of red curls in front of you.

“You are one hard girl to track down y/n.” He said with a smirk.

Fuck.

“Billy! W-what are you doing here?”

He leans against the counter, the smirk on his face sitting beautifully.

“It's a hot day for Hawkins, thought I’d come by before work to cool off.”

Work, Billy was a lifeguard at the pool and you feel your cheeks heat when an image of him shirtless flashes across your mind. He's such a shitty person, why did he have to be so hot? You let out a nervous chuckle.

“Well, guess you came to the right place.”

“That I did.” his eyes look at you up and down and he chuckles. “Cute uniform.”

“What do you want billy?” you sigh out.

He points down at the Rocky Road ice cream. You let out a sigh and grab the scooper before you put the ice cream on the cone.

“What are you doing Friday?”

You roll your eyes, handing him the ice cream, and mutter out that you're working.

“Ditch it.”

“I can't just ditch work Billy.”

He licks the ice cream and winks at you.

“Oh c’mon, I'll make it worth your while.”

You let out an awkward chuckle. Although Billy is very good-looking, he's also the scum of the earth. You hate how he treats Max and you hate how he treats girls like they're toys. Not to mention the way Max talks about how he treats Lucas, one of the sweetest kids you know.

“How about this,” he started. “Just, think about it. Friday, I'll come swing by and if you're in your work uniform I’ll leave you alone.”

You nod your head liking where this is going.

“But, if you happen to be in regular clothes, then I'll just so happen to be sitting in that booth waiting for you.”

He backed away from the counter sending you a wink before he turns around and shouts think about it, darling. You're left frozen to your spot as you watch Billy walk off to wherever he was going.

“What the fuck was that?” Robin chuckled from behind the open window.

“I think I just got asked out?”

Steve was shaking his head. “No. Absolutely not.”

You turn around and face him. “What do you mean no?”

“I mean there's no way Billy Hargrove just asked you out.”

You let out a scoff and Robin adds a tally mark under you suck for Steve. His eyes widen and he backtracks.

“Not like that! I mean, you're pretty, of course, he's going to ask you out. I just meant there's no way you're going.”

“Okay, dad. Since when do you tell me what to do?”

Steve is fumbling over his words and Robin is trying not to laugh as she adds another tally.

“Have you ever been on a date?”

“I've been on dates!”

“Name one.”

You open your mouth only to quickly close it as you let out a scoff.

“I'm not doing this-”

“Let me take you out!”

Silence falls over the small shop and you grab your bag from under the counter.

“What are you talking about?”

“You know, like dinner and stuff. Maybe we can watch a movie too.” Steve said with a smile.

“You want to take me on a date?”

Steve’s cheeks heat up and he clears his throat.

“A practice date! You know…for practice.”

You nod your head and point to the exit.

“I'm gonna go now.”

You walk out of the shop, rolling your eyes when Steve says he’ll pick you up tomorrow after his shift. He let out a groan and took the hat off of his head to run his hands through his hair.

“Aaaaand,” Robin drags out. “Another one bites the dust!” she says while adding another tally mark.

A content sigh leaves your lips as you sit on the couch flipping through the channels. You knew you weren't going to pay attention to whatever show you landed on, but background noise was nice for a nap. A smile makes its way onto your face as you begin to relax and sink into the sofa, then you hear three knocks on your door. You shrug your shoulders thinking it's those door-to-door salesmen but then you hear his voice calling out for you.

“Y/n? I know you're home, I can see your car.”

Confused, you stand up and make your way to the door.

“Steve?”

“Jesus, is this how you dress for a date?”

Your eyes fall to the flowers he's holding and you feel your cheeks begin to heat.

“I didn't know you were serious.”

“‘Course I was serious.”

You look down at your comfy clothes and clear your throat.

“Do you want to come in?”

Steve smiles at you and nods his head. You step to the side, opening the door a bit wider to let him in. He steps inside and looks around the house, a smile appearing when he sees a picture of you two on Halloween.

“Your mom still has this picture?”

“Yeah, she misses you.”

He gives you a sad smile. “Yeah, I miss her too.”

He looks down at the flowers letting out a soft oh. “These are for you.”

You smile and grab the flowers, ignoring Steve's lingering and brushing against yours.

“Thank you, they're beautiful,” you say while smelling the pretty red roses.

“Hey, can you put them in a vase for me? I need to change.”

Steve nods his head and walks into the kitchen.

“Vases in the same cabinet?”

You shout out yes as you make your way into your room. You close the door gently and stand in the middle of your room, your heart beating rapidly. What the fuck were you supposed to wear? You had no idea if Steve had something casual planned or if he was seriously taking you somewhere nice. You search through your closet and drawers trying to find something nice but also casual. You close your eyes trying to think back to what Steve was wearing. Despite it being warm out, he had on a yellow sweater paired with his favorite jeans.

“Casual,” you whispered to yourself. “Okay, I can do casual.”

Minutes go by and Steve is thankful that he remembers the way to your bedroom. He gives it a small knock and opens the door when he hears you telling him to come in.

“Hey I don't mean to rush but we might miss- woah.”

Steve’s mouth is slightly open as he looks at you. He doesn't know why he's so blown away, he's seen you wear this outfit so many times. It's literally just shorts paired with a red blouse that's tucked into your shorts.

“What? Do I need to change or something?” you ask while tying your shoes.

“No! I mean, no. You look fine.”

“Awe, thanks Stevie you're too kind.”

Steve is too distracted by the all-too-familiar nickname you called him by to even notice you walking out of your room. He follows close behind you, stopping you when he sees you grabbing your purse.

“You didn't need that.”

“Are you sure? That means you'll have to carry my house key.”

He shakes his head and jingles his keys.

“I still have the house key your mom gave me. We're all set for today.”

You shrug your shoulders and walk out the door, making sure Steve locks it. He walks you to his car, opening the passenger door for you. Once you're both in the car he starts it up and lowers the radio a bit.

“So where are you taking me?”

“I'm so glad you asked that.” He pulls out a blindfold and smiles at you. “It's a surprise.”

“Steve, no! I hate surprises!”

She shrugs his shoulders and hands you the blindfold waving his hand in front of your face to make sure you don't see anything.

“You better not kill me, Harrington.” you mutter under your breath.

“Darn, you just ruined date night.”

The car ride was surprisingly fun even though you couldn't see anything. Steve had a mixtape of all your favorite songs and you both shouted the lyrics as if your lives depended on it. When you felt the car park you clapped your hands.

“Are we here?”

“Yup, this is the part where I kill you.”

You let out a sarcastic laugh and roll your eyes from under the blindfold.

“Stay here, I'll get the door for you.” Steve closes his door and jogs over to your side, grabbing your hand and helping you out of the car.

“Okay, there's a small hole there. Watch your step, okay now take a big one- not that big babe.”

“Can I take my blindfold off now?”

“Wait,” Steve said. You hear some shuffling around and then a sigh.

“Okay, now.”

You quickly take off the blindfold and let out a gasp. Your hands quickly cover your mouth as you recognize the familiar area you're in.

“How did you-”

“Oh c’mon, did you really think I’d forget our hideout area?”

You did. Steve would come tap on your window when his parents arguing would keep him up. One day, you both decided to take a walk, you weren't sure where you two were going but when you both came across the empty field things suddenly felt right. Steve didn't care that his parents argued almost every day, and you didn't care about the stresses of life. You remember nudging Steve with your elbow, muttering how he was it, and running away from him.

You look down and see a picnic blanket laid out for you as well as a basket.

“You did not.”

“Oh, but I did. See, this is a date!”

Steve sat on the blanket, tugging your hand down so that you could join him.

“I packed our favorites! Hopefully, you still like my mom’s strawberry lemonade.” he said while pulling out a small container.

And just like that, it felt like everything was back to normal. Steve finally felt accomplished as everything was falling back into place.

“So, I hate to ruin the mood,” he said while dusting his hands off. “But you never answered my question.”

You tilted your head to the side, confusion written on your face. “What question?”

“Why'd you stop talking to me after that night?”

Your posture stiffens and you play with your shoelaces not daring to look at him. You shrug your shoulders at his question.

“You're a shit liar.” he chuckled out while shaking his head.

“It's not even important Steve-”

“No, it is important. You're like…my everything. It was hard being without you.”

“You seemed fine to me.”

Steve is surprised at how fast his happiness has been replaced with frustration.

“None of that was real! I wasn't happy, okay? I got dumped by my girlfriend, and my friends were assholes who probably just used me and my house for parties. I needed you and you just,” he takes a deep breath trying to fight the stinging behind his eyes. “You left me. Like I meant nothing.”

Silence fell over the two of you.

“Please say something,” Steve whispered.

You sigh and look up at him. “This was a fun date. Thank you, almost made me think it was real.”

The car ride was a tense and silent one, not even the mixtape he made could lighten the mood. Steve parks the car in front of your house and you both sit there for a moment.

“Are we ever going to go back to normal?” he asks you quietly.

“Nothing about us was normal Steve. We were best friends who…held hands, cuddled in the same bed, and had late-night talks.”

“All friends do that.”

You chuckle and turn to look at him. “You cuddle Robin?”

“What? No-”

“Exactly.” You place your hand on his and lean over to kiss his cheek. “Thank you for tonight Steve.”

You exit the car stopping in front of your front door when you slowly make your way back to the car.

“I left my keys.”

A chuckle leaves his lips as he turns off the car and steps out to walk you to your door.

“Good night Steve-”

“I love you.”

“Steve-”

“No. It's my turn to talk. Well, I've been talking all night but that's not the point.” he takes a deep breath and wipes the palms of his hands on his jeans.

“I love you, a-and I know you probably don't believe me right now. Especially cause we haven't talked in a while but y/n, I love you.”

“Steve, I-”

“I know you won't feel the same way, I get that but I can wait. I don't care how long-”

You take a step forward, placing both hands on his face.

“You talk way too much, Steve Harrington.”

“I mean it.”

“I know.”

You never realized how close Steve was. His forehead was resting against yours and his eyes were closed as if he was trying to savor this moment.

“Do you know what I was going to tell you that night? The night you had Stacy over?”

He shakes his head no.

“I've been in love with you ever since I helped you find your stupid toys in my backyard.”

His eyes open slowly and a smile graces his beautiful features.

“Really?”

You nod your head and start to lean in.

“Really.”

“Steve! There you are, did you forget I was going to help you study?” Nancy said while stomping over to him. You slowly begin to pull away from Steve thinking that he was going to go back to Nancy before he spoke up.

“I told you I don't need help in English anymore!”

“How’s your history grade?”

“....bad.”

Nancy smiles at you and waves.

“NANCY STOP! THEY WERE GOING TO KISS!” Mike shouted from Nancy’s car.

An awkward chuckle left you as you waved at him.

“Hi, Mike!”

“Hi y/n!”

You turn your attention back to Steve and Nancy. His head is hung low while she scolds him about how he needs to take school more seriously. Once she's done with that she gives you a small wave while telling Mike to jump back into the backseat.

“So,” Steve said with a smile. “Where were we?”

You giggle and let out a gasp. “I need to tell Billy I can't go on that date with him after all.”

Steve scrunches his nose and brings you into his arms while peppering kisses along your neck.

“Don't worry. I'll make sure he gets the memo.”

#steve harrington blurb #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington stranger things #stranger things blurb #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things fluff

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til-f · 3 months

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episode 6, Lotus Casino Blues

Here it is folks-- this week's PJO show feedback by yours truly, TILF, MF

I think the seaweed brain reveal was cute and funny. I wish percy had been annoyed at the nickname though.

Why are they thinking that Clarisse is the lightning thief. Why.

Why didn't we get the scene where Percy talks to the got damn zebra. jesus

Why can't the characters just simply experience the plot, why does it always have to be perfectly laid out before they go act it out. i.e., the medusa scene, the waterpark scene, the arch scene, the lotus casino scene. in each one, the kids stand in a circle and basically talk through what's going to happen. Like, just go do it already. I don't get it. ugh

WHY are they ruining the potential of perfectly good plot for this random augustus satyr. whatever. I didn't mind how the lotus scene worked out, honestly, but it STILL wasn't as fun as it could have been. I even missed poker face.

Every time a god or a monster starts monologuing, I go to sleep. Cmon. Just let the action play out. We don't need an explanation for the way everyone acts. Sometimes, we can just let the acting speak for itself. Ugh.

"They pump it into the air" fucking PERCY JACKSON lmaoooo

I did like the cab scene. honestly, I like any scene where they aren't sitting around a table having a conversation. I also liked the scene where percy tackles this augustus (???) character.

the scene where percy goes into the sea. FUCKING FINALLY. SOME JUICE FOR MAMA. thank you. I thought the way he looked underwater was a little goofy, LMAO. but not bad.

FOUR PEARLS???? FOUR???? WOWOWOWOWOOW I can't believe the writers are going to miss out on another scene opportunity to have one of the kids try to sacrifice themselves!!!!!! LMAOOOOO.

having a scene where they try to sacrifice themselves in every episode really diminishes the power of self-sacrifice. but that's just my take.

I truly have no words for WHY the summer solstice deadline has already passed. The following gif is my take on that:

Overall, I thought it was certainly better than last week's episode. But idk. I thought it was fine. Still annoyed that they're blaming clarisse when it adds literally zero plot value. but okay. *kisses at all*

OKAY TILL NEXT TIME

#percy jackson #pjo show #pjo show crit #meta #i need feedback people #they could have at least shown percy slashing the locks off the animal cages #now i'm done #until next week folks

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navybrat817 · 4 months

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Navy oh my god

I need to tell the world about this and immediately thought of you because I am truly living my best beefy personal trainer Bucky x plus size reader rn 😭

I just recently started feeling comfortable in my body again (truly such a journey, it’s been great) and I’m back on dating apps and I added some full body pics I’m truly proud of for the first time ever. I’m on hinge, so I can see who likes me first and I can decide to match or not.

Well- I saw that this absolute beefcake of a ginger gym daddy (he’s 7 years older than me) liked me. I thought “oh there’s no way…” and then thought “no bitch! You’re a catch!” And we matched, and we’ve been talking for a few days. And while talking about gyms and such he told me he just opened his own and wanted me to come down to be his curvy eye candy to get more clients 😭😭😭 he also told me I have the body of a Greek goddess and he makes me swoon just asking how my day is going.

Like I’m truly losing it today because it’s only been a few hours since he texted me and I miss him????? Who am I! He lives 3 hours away which is truly not a big deal to me but I want to see him so bad. UGH

Maybe ill keep you updated on this journey LOL

-I’ll have to come up with a fun sign off name

Ahh, nonnie! I love this journey for you. Alexis Rose just popped in my head. You are living the PT!Bucky x plus size!reader life! 🥰

I thought “oh there’s no way…” and then thought “no bitch! You’re a catch!”

YES. This is the energy we love to see. I'm so happy that you're comfortable in your body. It makes my heart happy. And this PT sounds amazing.

And I couldn't resist sharing a gif. 😉

Please keep us posted on and if you think of a sign off name or emoji. ❤️ Love and thanks! ❤️

#navybrat answers #personal ask #personal journey #put a smile on my face #sweet nonnie #sending love ❤️#asks are always appreciated

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albertdabuttler · 1 year

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Be My Lover | K.H.

MASTERLIST

fandom: 80s

pairings: Kirk Hammett x F!Reader

WARNINGS: Smut… Drinking but not getting drunk, jealousy, nothing happens with the other guy, possessiveness, dirty talk?? public sex kinda, fingering, p in v unprotected, looooots of kissing, giggly after sex Kirk.

summary: You thought going to a club to fill a void would help, until you’re ditched and caught dancing with another man.

WC: 3.6k

gif by me!!

A/N: who else loves be my lover by la bouche?

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11:13PM, June 6th, 1996.

Clubs weren't ever really your thing.

Like who the fuck wants to go out, wait in a line for an hour and when you get in, everyone forgets about personal space and it reeks of sweat, alcohol and weed.

A friend you met recently had invited you to a club to have 'fun,' and you didn't want to let her down.

"Hey!" She called, running up to you with open arms, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

"How are you?! Were you waiting outside for long?" She asked.

"I'm good, thanks for asking. And no, I was on the list apparently." You shrugged.

"Ugh, you're so lucky you're dating a cool rockstar who can get into whatever club he wants... I wish I had a boyfriend like that."

You laughed, "I don't even know that I'm on these lists until I actually go to the club. Sometimes it's fucking weird as hell 'cause I've never even heard of most of them." You stated.

"But what about you, Sara? How are you?"

"I'm good! Someone offered estacy but I wanted to wait for you to take it." She winked.

You chuckled, "Oh, you didn't have to do that. I wasn't really planning on doing anything crazier than getting wasted."

"That's fine." She laughed.

"Also, I am so sorry to do this... But I met a cute guy...so I'm gonna go talk to him." She whispered, "I'll catch you later though!"

"That's fine, bye!" You smiled.

There was no fucking way she just invited you to a club only to ditch you. God, what was your problem with making all these terrible friends? Maybe it was the close contact to Kirk and the rest of the band. But you felt selfish for thinking that way...

You spotted a bar near the middle of the club so you made your way to it.

"What can I get for ya?" The barista asked.

"Could I get an extra dirty martini with Tito's?" You requested as you sat on one of the stools.

"Sure thing!" He smiled, turning around to make your drink.

What an upbeat guy, you thought.

A minute passed and he handed you your drink, moving to serve any other people at the bar.

Spinning in your chair towards the dance floor, you spotted a guy staring at you.

He raised his eyebrows at you and smiled, before walking towards you. You quickly turned back around.

Please god save me.

"Hey, beautiful."

You grimaced at the corny line.

"Can I help you?" You said politely.

"What are you doing all alone in a club like this?" He looked you up and down.

"Uh, my friend invited me but she ditched me for a guy." You answered truthfully.

"That's not very nice. How about you finish your drink and come dance with me?" He smirked, sitting on the stool next to you.

You were bored out of your mind and didn't want to sit at the bar and look like a depressed, lonely loser, so you agreed.

"Sure." You forced a smile.

A couple minutes later, you had finished your drink and were on your way to the dance floor, the guy following close behind.

You liked the song that was playing, and instinctively began subtly nodding your head to the beat of the song.

Dancing wasn't really a skill you had, so you just swayed your hips in hopes that no one would notice your horrible attempt.

You looked around the room for the guy you were with when suddenly you felt hands on your waist.

Pulling away and turning around, you were looking up at him.

"I have a boyfriend. Just an FYI." You took his hands off you, awkwardly chuckling.

"So? I have a girlfriend. It's okay to have a little fun." He moved closer.

"We're not doing anything. So don't try it." You responded.

He smirked, resting his hands on your waist.

It felt odd, you really missed Kirk. You hadn't spent time with him in almost a month because of all the technical work business shit he had to deal with to release the Load album.

So you pretended it was Kirk's hands on you.

The two of you swayed to the music, his hands running up and down your sides and as pathetic as it was, you actually pictured Kirk behind you. Running his hands along your waist and hips, whispering stupid shit he thought of to make you laugh like he always did.

You opened your eyes, literally catching on fire and burning your eyes at the hottest sight in human history.

A man in an all black outfit, chain necklaces, short black, curly hair, and a lip and nose piercing greeting random people in the club.

Your movements halted at the sight of him, causing your partner to stop too.

Grinning enough to make your cheeks hurt, he finally turned his head and spotted you, his face lighting up like a kid in a candy store.

In that moment you realized how he was seeing you, his grin slowly faltered and his eyebrows knitted together.

"Oh, fuck," you mumbled to yourself as Kirk made his way to you.

"Hi," Kirk smiled as he approached the two of you.

"Can we help you?" The guy asked.

"Yes sir," He smiled, showing that adorable dimple. "What's your name?"

"My names Diego." He answered.

"And who's this lovely lady beside you...?" Kirk smiled to himself at the sight of you.

You were about to answer before Diego replied.

"She's my date." He said possessively

"She's your what?" Kirk kept smiling, cocking his head to the side with his eyebrows furrowed. You felt yourself getting nervous.

"We were just dancing." You replied for him.

"Yeah." Diego agreed.

"I'm sorry," Diego interrupted, "but who are you?"

Kirk turned to you with a look that said 'You could have done so much better.'

"I'm Kirk. Kirk Hammett." He smiled politely. You could tell he was holding back from strangling this asshole to death.

"Oh, you're that Metallica guy, right?"

Kirk pursed his lips, nodding his head in slight annoyance.

"I like your music. But if you'll excuse me, I'm going to dance with this one." Diego tried to walk away.

"She's my girlfriend, dumbass. Why do you think I came over here?" Kirk got impatient.

Diego was about to respond before Kirk grabbed your wrist, "Now if you'll excuse us though," he said, leaving Diego there astounded.

"Where are we going...?" You questioned.

He turned and gave you a dirty look, "You, shut up."

"What the fuck did I do?" You scoffed.

Kirk didn't reply and you took that as a sign to actually shut up. This wasn't like him at all, you had no idea what came over him or why he seemed so pissed off.

Finally you found yourself being led into a hallway, and you saw the bathrooms at the end.

He pulled you through the door, leaning against it and crossing his arms. The bathroom was big and fancy, just like the club. Black walls, the stalls were fully enclosed, the sinks had golden faucets and there was even a little counter where one could touch up their makeup. You leaned on it.

Thankfully you were the only two in there.

"What were you doing with that guy?"

"Dancing." You replied, annoyed.

"Why?"

"Why not?"

"Because, you've got a boyfriend," he gestured to himself, scoffing.

"Oh my god, Kirk. What's going on with you? We danced for like five seconds before I saw you. What's the big deal?"

"The big deal is that you didn't turn him down. And he's a piece of shit." He replied.

"Okay? I was bored. My friend ditched me." You said.

"Bullshit."

You clenched your teeth, "You can't really tell me who I can or can't dance with, because you fuck groupies.” You poked him in the chest, “Highly doubt you'd turn down a chance to have sex." You seethed, thinking you hit him where it hurt.

He chuckled, "I do turn down groupies. For you. Because I actually love you and care about you."

You stood there frozen in place before coming up with a response.

"Listen to me. I missed you Kirk, I really did. And you haven't called at all, so I was...starting to get lonely. I came to hang out with my friend to feel better but she just took off, and then this guy came up to me, so I couldn't just turn him down." You explained.

"I haven't seen you in two weeks, and haven't been with you in over a month. But look, and I know it sounds pathetic... When I was dancing with him," you lowered your voice, "I was pretending like it was you." You said, looking to the floor embarrassed.

You saw his feet step directly in front of you. Looking up, he hid a smile. "You were pretending it was me?" He said with a kiddish giggle.

"Shut up."

"No, you shut up..." He said, his smile fading as he looked at your lips.

Feeling hot, you couldn't help but blush as he was moving closer. Every time he was about to kiss you felt like the first time. Like he'd never done it before. Like each time he kissed you, you would forget what it felt like.

"I'm gonna kiss you," he warned, just then giving you a soft peck on the lips.

Once he pulled away, he took a step back and looked you up and down.

"You look really pretty, " he said, his eyes lingering over your breasts for a little too long.

You just wore a short simple dress. Nothing special, it just showed some cleavage.

"Sorry I didn't call... I was really fuckin' busy with the album. You know how it is... But I really missed you." He whispered, his face inches from yours as he had you trapped, his hands resting on the counter by your sides.

Something poked your tummy, both of you looking down.

"And so did he," he chuckled, looking back up to you as he pressed his lips onto yours for the second time.

This kiss got hotter a little quicker, his hands moved to the back of your thighs to pick you up and set you on the counter.

One of his hands rode up your thigh, under your dress and you felt him tug on your panties. He stopped the kiss for a second in order to focus on taking them off.

"Kirk, wait,"

He stopped and stepped back, "Are you sure we're not gonna get caught?" you said, pulling your panties all the way off because he left them in an uncomfortable position.

Kirk took that as a queue that he could continue. "Who cares? I want us to get caught. I want that guy to know who fucks you the way you like it." He kissed you once more, pushing his tongue into your mouth and drowning out any other words you tried to speak.

His hand moved back up your thigh, quickly finding your cunt and he used his thumb to rub circles over your clit.

You let out a gasp and rested your forehead on his shoulder, your hands gripping the fabric on either one.

As he massaged your sensitive bud, his other hand came up to start unbuttoning his own shirt.

"I made you this wet didn't I? Was it me or the other guy?" He huffed.

All you could do was whimper in response. He was right, only he could make you feel so good you lose a grip from reality.

"Hey, answer." He pulled his hand away, the other softly grabbing your jaw to look at him.

"Me, right? Only I can do this to you." He smirked, pressing a kiss onto your cheek like he didn't just say the most disgusting thing ever.

"Yes, Kirk," you sighed, "you made me like this."

Kirk smiled softly, just then slowly pushing two of his fingers into you at once. You closed your eyes, feeling Kirk watching your expressions.

"Feel good?" He asked, picking up his pace and resting his other hand on your lower back.

"Fuck yeah," you replied, tightening your grip on his shoulders. His fingers curled up into just the right spot, causing you to reach up and place kisses all over his neck. You stained his skin with prints of your lipstick, occasionally leaving bite marks here and there.

You heard him chuckle to himself. He knew your body so well, he knew exactly what reactions you'd have to certain things. Hell, if he was being honest, he was only using his hands just for you to kiss all over his neck, later letting everyone in the club know that he was yours.

"God, Kirk... Feels so good," you whined, resting your forehead on his bare chest. He smelled good too, he was probably wearing an expensive cologne and it just made you wetter.

"Fuck, I wanna eat you out so bad..." He whispered above your head, making you shiver.

"When we get home." He finished, pumping his fingers in you at a quick pace, enough to get you there.

"Kirk, I'm almost—"

You couldn't even finish your sentence before he pulled his fingers out.

Groaning in disappointment, you looked up at him to question why.

"Why the fuck did you do that?" You looked at him with attitude.

His face moved closer to yours, "'Cause you danced with another guy." He smiled, slowly sucking your juices off his fingers, one at a time.

"Not a reason to be a dick." You crossed your arms, looking away to avoid getting flustered.

"Yeah but definitely a reason to give you dick," he joked, beginning to unbuckle his belt.

You immediately looked down, almost reaching to help him but stopping yourself to avoid looking desperate.

"Tell me I'm the only one you want, the only one who can make you cum so good you forget about anyone else." He spoke desperately, pulling his pants and boxers down just low enough to free himself.

You didn't reply, only taking in his erection. His cock was gorgeous, it had a slight curve upwards that helped him hit your sweet spot.

"Did you hear what I said?" He said a little louder.

"Yes. Yeah Kirk," you quickly met his eyes.

They were dark with lust. "...only you can make me feel good... You're the best I ever had." You reassured him with a smile.

He sighed contently, spitting on his hand and then jerking himself before pulling you off the counter. The movement was sudden, so you held onto his chest to bring yourself back to balance. You stared at his body, the black shirt still on him although it was unbuttoned so you got that sliver of skin in the middle, revealing a light definition of his pectoral and abdominal muscles.

"Turn around," he whispered, not even giving you any time, he grabbed you by the hips and turned you around, bending you over the counter.

Kirk rarely gave it to you from behind because he said it wasn't intimate enough, but when he did, it was always an amazing orgasm for the both of you.

He took a second to tease you, dragging his tip up and down your slit while smirking at you through the mirror, you looked at him unamused.

Noticing this had no effect, slowly he started pushing into you, closing his eyes and shivering at the feeling. There were faint cheers audible outside the bathroom, making you both laugh at the timing.

The DJ seemed to have turned the volume up and you listened as the club mix of Be my lover by La Bouche was playing.

"Fuck, I love this song." You let out a breath as Kirk finally bottomed out.

"Not as much as you love me though, right?" He stayed still for a moment, leaning over you and pressing his torso against your back, his chin resting on your shoulder.

"We look so good like this," he smiled, "I love you."

"I love you too...Now can you actually fuck me please?" you begged, "I haven't had anything inside me since last time we had sex and I just need it right now."

"That's an interesting way to tell me you missed me." He chuckled leaning back up.

"Not even a toy or something...?"

"Shut up." You said, getting agitated before he pulled almost all the way out and harshly pushed himself back in.

He repeated this motion, gradually getting faster as he stared at you through the mirror.

Your breathing quickened, letting out low groans. Kirk kind of lifted one of your legs in a way, giving himself space to draw circles on your clit with his other hand.

A significantly loud moan erupted from your throat, most likely audible for anyone outside the bathroom door.

You clenched around him, making him let out a grunt, "Fuck, I missed you so much," he whined, closing his eyes as his jaw fell open, his eyebrows knitting together.

His thrusts got harder, repeatedly hitting that good spot in you.

Watching him through the mirror, you saw his eyes roll back as his face contorted into different expressions of pleasure, his shirt slipping off one of his shoulders, revealing his bicep.

You whimpered, "Kirk, I'm gonna cum," you breathed heavily.

"Please hold it for a bit, baby," He replied smiling softly at you through the mirror. But you couldn't. With a few more thrusts, your vision got almost blurry as you closed your eyes, letting go of the knot in your stomach.

"I'm sorry," you apologized.

"It's okay, now I know you really missed me if I made you cum that fast." He smirked cheekily.

Kirk stopped his movements on your clit to avoid overstimulating you, his thrusts continuing at the same hard and fast pace.

"I'm almost there," He sighed, biting his lip and letting out soft moans.

He tried going faster, making you clench around him at the sensitive feeling. The liquids from your orgasm helped lubricate his movements a lot better, but his thrusts started slowing down, getting sloppier.

"Fuck..." He whispered, "I'm gonna cum," he said, just then his hips stuttered, his eyes shutting tightly as he tensed up, his seed painting all over your insides. He kept thrusting a little more just to ride out his high. The both of you let out hard breaths as he pulled out, smiling contently at you through the mirror, caressing your hips.

You got up and he giggled, helping you clean up and handing you your panties as he pulled up his boxers and then his trousers.

You started making your way to the door before he grabbed your hand, spinning you around and pressing a soft kiss onto your lips.

"I love you." He smiled.

Smiling back, "I love you too," you responded.

"I'm sorry this was all I could give you, I just really missed the feeling of you, and I couldn't wait... But I promise when we get home, I'll treat you better." He winked.

"Kirk, it's okay." You chuckled, buttoning up his shirt, making his collar look neat. "It's not like you just treated me badly."

"Sorry," He said, watching your face as you focused on his shirt.

"What'd I ever do to deserve you..." He looked at you sadly.

"Shut up, cheeseball." You looked away as you grabbed his hand and lead him to the door, making a joke to avoid having this conversation now.

Right as you opened the door, someone walked in, looking between the both of you awkwardly, staring at the mess of lipstick all over Kirk's mouth and neck.

The woman gulped, blinking and quickly walking past you into the bathroom, Kirk just chuckled.

"You sure you don't wanna clean that up?"

"It's okay, babe, I don't care if they know what happened. At least this way they know I'm all yours," he looked down at you with those adorable eyes.

"Ugh, I hate it when you do that." You joked, looking away to hide the blood rush in your face.

You made it to the main room, walking past people to the exit.

You came across Sara, "Hey guys!" She smiled at the sight of you, "I didn't know you were back, Kirk." She greeted him with a handshake.

"Wait..." She squinted, seeing the mess of lipstick all over him, it was kind of hard to notice in the low light of the room.

"Were you the ones having a quickie in the bathroom?"

You both blushed, looking at each other awkwardly.

"Me and some other girls needed to use it but we heard some... Noises...so we didn't go in."

"Oh god." You pinched the bridge of your nose, embarrassed.

Kirk laughed at your reaction, "Yeah, sorry about that." He chuckled.

"Okay, we're going home now." You said, hugging Sara. Kirk waved and took your hand, following you to the door.

Of course though, the night wouldn't be over without you running by Diego.

You simply ignored him, but Kirk gave him a stare without your knowledge, trying to make the kiss marks on his neck as noticeable as possible for Diego to know only Kirk knew how to fuck you good.

Finally you exited, taking a breath of the fresh air as Kirk pressed a kiss onto your cheek.

"Ready to go home?" He smiled.

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thank you for reading!!!

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theirlgarfield · 3 months

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Gojo x reader fem

tell me if i should do a masc one, btw smut warning, sensitive content, still new to this so im gonna go soft do critique me pls!

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Its a lazy saturday morning your on the couch reading your book some pages even make you blush.

the you hear a buzz from your phone "Bzzz...Bzzzz...BBBRRRING"

"ugh, god damnit this better be important" you flip your phone over to see 2 messages and a missed call from gojo what does this shithead want from you today

you and gojo had a stict FWB situation nothing more,or s you thought....

you check his texts and this fucker send you a white kitten gif with a text underneath it saying "good morning sweet cheeks, howd you sleep" with a little :3 at the end. you dont quite know what he wants with you but it cant be good thats for sure. you decide to text him back "what do you want gojo?" he responds in 30 seconds "i mean i think yk what i mean ;3....." your kidding me i think to myself "fine" i respond

30 minutes later hes at my house he knocks on the door and as i open it hes leaning on the door frame staring at me and looking me up and down with a smirk on his face,

"good morning beautiful" he says in a flirty voice hes wearing a tight compression shirt and grey sweatpants oh and how he knows what happens when he wears it

tbh just seeing him kinda turns me on and his outfit i already saw his pants and he knew what he was doing to me. I let him inside and close the door he whispers in my ear "you look charming in those clothes but beautiful with out them" he breaths hot air down my neck "I could say the same for you, toru~"

i lightly grab his face and bring him in for a kiss, because of his height i have to get on my tippy toes just to reach him but then he lifts me up by my waist and my legs wrap around him.

using one hand to run a finger from my neck and and down my spine and holding me, being in his arms felt like heaven and it was glorious he knew how to hold me kiss me even fuck me ecspecially the last one.

he pushes his lip into mine, as our lips disconnect a line of drool comes out. he knaws slighty on my chin before returning to clashing againts my lips.

as the tension between us grows like a magnet he places me on the counter feeling every curve of my body, and placing one of his hands under my shirt cupping my breast lighly rubbing the nipple he pulls his face to my neck and starts marking it with his teeth practically claiming me, i let out a soft moan as he pinches my nips and he bites hard and run another finger down my back exciting all my nerves and as i think hes about to keep going he pushes me farther on the counter.

"undress~"he says demandingly but also calming he knows hes won

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should i continue it? lemme know and i would love comments since this is my first ever actual story and i kinda like it let me know what yall like and what u dont like! adios have a great day or good night drink water and take care of urself mwah

#satoru gojo smut #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru #satoru gojo x y/n #smut #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen #new writter

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iridescentxstars · 6 months

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐀𝐲𝐥𝐚'𝐬 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 ੈ✩‧₊˚

ೃ⁀➷ Here is part two! Enjoy!

The Swim Team’s Car Wash Fundraiser - @miss-pearlescent || college!au || personal favourite || requested by me || note: I asked for this for my birthday and I am not disappointed hehe

Hips - @soobadnoonecanstopher || teacher!au || parent!au || personal favourite || note: nothing makes me happier than reading dancer!father!jongin teaching dance to adorable kids and the rest of the story that comes with it (steamy)

Half Love - @forexcapism-blog || vampire!au || personal favourite || note: we may never know what happens but damn the tension was so good and do I still love this series with my forever pining heart

Continuation - @thesammtimes || idol!au || personal favourite || continuation of a drabble i wrote || note: it was the sweetest thing when Samm said she wanted to write a second part to my drabble, made me super happy

Humiliation - @mybiasisexo || roommate!au || personal favourite || requested by me || note: damn this drabble definitely makes oneself fan her cheeks because it is h o t HOT

Colours of Jongin - @moonlightjongin || moodboard || personal favourite || birthday present || note: i know my dear has been fretting so much over this moodboard compilation but it is honestly the most beautiful thing i have ever seen

When I Was Yours - @moonlightjongin || college!au || personal favourite || note: I have been waiting for this for so long, you have no idea and guess what - I am not in any way or form disappointed with this masterfully written piece. I love it and will forever love it just as much as exception

Say Yes - @mint-yooxgi || killer!au || yandere!au || personal favourite || written for me || note: this made me squeal and giggle with a stupid grin on my face. I am so lucky to have such a talented writer as a friend who loves to give me my favourite killer in a cute way

Some Like It Rough - @mint-yooxgi || killer!au || yandere!au || personal favourite || written for me || note: even though she was worried, jackie did an amazing job and god did i love every second of this fic

Wicked Games - @thesammtimes || stripper!au || mafia!au || personal favourite || requested by me || note: this is an idea i’ve been playing with. a dark stripper/mafia piece filled with dark love and such.

Soft Nini - @thesammtimes || ambiguous!au || personal favourite || requested by me || note: i needed softness and samm provided T_T

Universal Differences - @miss-pearlescent || alien!au || personal favourite || kind of requested by me || note: ugh this is only two chapters in and im god damn in love! she’s done it AGAIN

The General’s Sweetheart - @miss-pearlescent || personal favourite || note: ugh this is so good so far, i can’t wait for more!

Kingdom Come - @x-ratedkpop || personal favourite || written for me || note: thank you bb for writing this for me omg i love you and i love this fic T_T

I Made Nini Smile - @kimkaijong-in || personal favourite || gif set || note: thank you so much because i wanted this so much and i am so happy thank you so much!

Wrecked - @worldwidewreckers || personal favourite || gif set || note: still don’t know who did this but thank you!

Christmas gif - @moonlightjongin || christmas present || gif set || note: this was such a pleasant surprise babe! thank you!

Kinktober - @mint-yooxgi || requested || note: oof, that’s all we need to say. perfection

An Added Benefit to Self-Sacrifice - @twisted-tales-of-all || requested || note: one of the best things i ever did was request this - so good!

#✧.* written for me #✧.* mutual appreciation

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witchy-weve-monbebe · 9 months

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Uhhh I don’t remember blondies name but his knees are so little! And I love love those gifs on Hide he looks so sexyyy and I love love love whenever Atsushi wears long coats ugh they’re so hot and his long hair 😩😩😩

The blonde one is Imai!! He's so tiny, I love it 👀✨️and goddddd Hide gifs are really something 😩 I miss Atsushi long coat + glove combos, it's such a look and he pulls it off so well 😌🤌🏼 That new pic of Acchan and his enamel shorts and boots has been driving me crazyyy god he's so hot 👀

May I offer you these:

#answered ask #answered asks #buck tick #buck-tick #atsushi sakurai #sakurai atsushi #hisashi imai #imai hisashi #hoshino hidehiko #hidehiko hoshino #acchan #bt #hide #mai mai #maimai

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shownuxhyungwon · 4 months

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tagged by @dreamaze @honeyimissjoo for the cc year in review - every month in 2023 - thank you wings 🪽💜! thank you eri 🐝💛!

rule: line your favorite and/or most popular post from each month this year (skipping months is fine!) and tag some ccs you love!

tagging @froghwon & anyone who would like to do this!!!

january (21): fav (tie between hyungwon's & ck's bday sets! these were incredibly fun to make creatively & research-wise) + most popular (hyungwon & ck in the beautiful liar mv)

(the rest of the months & corresponding gifs below the cut :3)

february (5): fav (jooheon's 1st day as the mc of m countdown! pls ignore the quality of this 200x300 gif...) + most popular (jooheon being amazed by minhyuk doing his thing during the recording of "it's alright" so true!)

march (7): fav (fav shownu era during the #shownureturns event i teamed up w @/monstax-info to host 💕 love killa era you will always be famous!!! loved this coloring toooo... don't mind the quality hnnnnng!) + most popular (from the @/shownueats sideblog shownu's rant about carbs lol)

april (7): fav (pd jooheon on peak time! "turning point" was one of my fav 2023 tracks!!!) + most popular (another set from the @/shownueats sideblog! my fav shownu variety show which is ofc yum-yum yum-yum not surprising hehe)

may (9): fav (tie between freedom mv & freedom solo debut stage @ m countdown bc after YEARS of hating perf sets (giffing) this one came out sooooo nice i shocked myself also this was joolo month 💛!!!!!!!) + most popular (the zagis @ inkigayo 💕 GOD I MISS THEM ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡

june (7): fav (shownu as text posts for his bday set bc silly sets like these are my absolute fav to make) + most popular (freedom mv behind where jooheon looks like danny phantom personified lollllll)

july (14): fav (jooheon showing up on hyungwon's last day of being inkigayo's mc bc that right there is love) + most popular (cute ck from cosmo behind<3)

august (8): fav (jooheon's hair colors through the eras ugh i loved working on this one!!! i rewatched soooo many monchannel eps & the ones from 2017/2018... they had me cracking up at like 3 am bc they're all so funny & I'm always missing ot7 so there's that... plus! the coloring came out so cohesive i was really happy w the outcome) + most popular (mx + wonho as text posts again another fun silly set!)

september (1): only 1 set this month :0!!! so fav + most popular was shownu wiping mayo that had fallen on hyungwon's shirt & then proceeding to lick it off his finger bc ofc no food shall be EVER be wasted in his presence!!!!!!!!)

october (7): fav (jooheon's bday set! i worked so hard on this one T___T also narrowing down my fav jooheon songs was roughhhh his music is incredible yknow?) + most popular (xiumin calling hyungwon pretty & the producer dropping some hilarious news lolllll)

november (5): fav (minhyuk's bday set!!!!! bc i loooooove making playlists dedicated to the monstas :'-) & also bc i finished this set after years of working on it ;;; i kept adding them removing then adding etc. songs) + most popular (muscle!won)

december (6): fav (hyungwon + that look when performing 👀) + most popular (shownu shocked by shirtless hyungwon getting hair & mu done lol)

#tag game #I’m sticking to how this text post was set up last year hehe ;;#although the mxedits tag is not what it once was it’s nice to still see new gifsets weekly!!!

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heeliopheelia · 5 months

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GIRL WAIT ARE YOU ENTERING INTO YOUR STAY ERA??? Cause I saw the Hyunjin gifs and YES HE IS THE STAY MAGNET like no matter what fandom you are he WILL PULL YOU INTO THIS CHAOTIC PARTY WE CALL THE STRAY KIDS FANDOM.

And oh my god I just re-listened to Sweet Venom and like.... Yeah no it ain't growing on me like most Enha songs usually do. Blessed cursed was honestly my favourite era like all the songs were such bangers. Im telling you Hey Tayo is better than whatever this is. B-sides are kinda good too. Still Monster and Orange Flower are growing on me. And istg if I even talk about the Collab I will cry right here ITS JUST UGH. I still the love the Bois tho I just think someone needs to give them some better songwriters and SOMEONE WHO GIVES THEM LONGER SONGS I NEED A BRIDGE LIKE IN CRIMINAL LOVE.

How you doing babygirl 😚? How's that cute brain of yours 💙?

I used to love skz waaay before enha but yk how it it 👀 Then came ateez and then came ENHA so i slowly begun to drop skz 🥹 I mean I still listened to their music bcs I do love their songs, I just didn't watch much of their content anymore... Hyunjin was my ult bias for so long too and YES he's the one who's gotten me into skz in the first place (I'm a basic hoe, I saw a pretty face on tumblr and I immediately decided to stan 🫡)

I do miss skz tho that's why I'm thinking of going back to them 👀 I mean I used to watch Chan's lives RELIGIOUSLY every week and I miss it so much!! AGNSNSN HELP

Btw I still haven't listened to the bsides 👀 I promise I will today tho!! AND CRIMINAL LOVE WAS A FUCKING MASTERPIECE, I WISH THE WOULD'VE MADE IT A COMEBACK 😭😭

I'm doing well actually!! Brain's frying but it's Saturday so maybe I'll finally write something 🙏 Also I'm going to a club with my bf and some of my friends tonight so I'm so exciteeeeed ✨

And how are you bby girl??

#– mona ♡.#carly's gossip center (✿˵╹∀╹˵)(╹∀╹˵❁)

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megxplryxb · 2 years

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Twisted Temptations

Gif is not mine and I take no credit for it.

“Thank you Pete” and “Please don’t go” echoed around the small arena as Pete Dunne stood in the middle of the Progress ring for the last time thanking the fans for everything. Pete had recently signed with WWE after competing in their UK tournament and he was heading straight for Orlando. I bit my lip and watched from behind the curtain as the Progress roster emptied out on to the ramp to give him the farewell he deserved. His girlfriend who was in the crowd entered the ring to hug and celebrate with him. That was enough for me to know not to go out there, she never liked me because of my close relationship with Pete so I always kept my distance as much as possible. Taking one last look at Pete, I escaped to the locker room before Trent and Tyler attempted to drag me out there. Truth be told, I wasn’t ready for him to leave or to say goodbye. I was angry. Angry that I hadn’t seen him outside of an arena in weeks, angry that I had to hear it from someone else that he had signed with WWE and most of all, I was angry that I wasn’t going with him.

After my shower, I began packing up my gym bag when I noticed someone leaning against the frame of my locker room door, arms folded and a smirk on his face. Pete was the last person I wanted to see right now but he always had the worst possible timing.

“How long have you been standing there?” I quizzed as he made his way in to the locker room.

“Not long enough for it t'have been creepy, I promise.” He said closing the door behind him folding his arms again.

“Did you want something?” I asked wondering why he felt he had to close the door.

“I didn’t see ya out on the ramp at the end of the show.” He said as I froze in my tracks for a brief moment before continuing to pack my gear bag. I wondered for a split second whether to make up some pathetic excuse as to why I wasn’t out there but I decided against it.

“That’s because I wasn’t there.” I replied as he waited for me to explain my absence but I didn’t. I didn’t feel like talking to him at all right now, I just wanted him to leave.

“I get it. Can’t face me leavin’ yeah?”

“Yeah that’s exactly it Peter.” I rolled my eyes trying to act as unbothered as I could. I really wished he would just go. It’s not like he’d been around the past few weeks anyway so why was he trying to make conversation now?

“Ya don’t ave ta hide it, I know you’re gonna miss me.” He smirked. Pete was always so fucking cocky. But he was right, I was going to miss him and I hated him for that.

“I guess we’ll have to wait and see.” I replied refusing to look at him.

“Stop tryin’ ta be tough.” Pete said nudging me in the side as I glared at him.

“Stop trying to make a big deal out of it then.” I shrugged.

“Why weren’t ya out there?” He asked again. God he was really pushing this.

“Because your lovely girlfriend was out there and I knew my presence would upset her like it always does. Actually, I’m surprised you even noticed my absence tonight, it’s not like you’ve noticed for the last few weeks.” Ugh. I knew I was going to regret saying anything but I was beyond mad at him now.

“Ev, don’t be like that, you know I’ve been busy getting’ everythin’ ready ta move.” Pete tried to explain. What a shitty fucking excuse.

“Yeah so busy that I had to hear it from Trent that my “best friend” was heading to WWE.” And there it is, the thing I had been trying not to say all this time. I had tried to act like that hadn’t bothered me but it had. The fact that Pete hadn’t told me himself hurt me more than I let on to anyone.

“Are ya not happy for me is that it?” Pete questioned as my eyes widened.

“Did you really just ask me that after everything we’ve been through together? Do you not know me at all?”

“Well what is it then?”

“What is it? How would you feel if it was the other way around Peter? If I signed with WWE and you heard it from someone else because I just wasn’t bothered about telling you?”

“That’s not the way it was.”

“Well tell me then, how was it?” I challenged.

“I didn’t know how ta tell ya!” He yelled out in frustration.

“Oh come on Pete…”

“I panicked… I just kept puttin’ it off because I didn’t know how ta say it.”

“So you just ignored me for weeks hoping someone else would tell me before it ended up on the dirt sheets?”

“I didn’t mean ta ignore ya. Ev, I’m sorry.”

“Forget it, it’s given me plenty of time to get used to the idea that you won’t be around anymore.” I spat as he looked genuinely hurt by my words but I didn’t care. I wanted to hurt him as much as he had hurt me.

“Why are ya bein’ like this?”

“Being like what?”

“Actin’ like a complete bitch.”

“Well I thought you’d be used to it by now, you’ve been with one long enough.” I replied smugly folding my arms.

“Evelyn I don’t want ta fight.”

“So go then.”

“Will ya just talk ta me for two minutes, I don’t want ta leave like this.”

“I think it’s a little too late for that don’t you?”

“Ev..”

“I gotta go, I’m going out with the girls later and need to go back to the hotel to get ready. Best of luck in the big leagues Peter.” I said pushing past him and walking out of the locker room. I knew he wouldn’t come after me because Pete’s just not that type of guy but I knew I had hurt him and that was satisfying enough. I hurried back to my hotel to get dressed to head out with the girls, I had already showered at the arena so all I had to do was apply my make up and find something to wear. I decided on jeans, a white top and converse. We were only going to a bar and I wasn’t really in the mood to get properly dressed up.

I met Toni in the hotel lobby and straight away she could tell something was wrong but I chose to wait until I had a drink in front of me to tell her what was going on. We were the first two to arrive at the bar so we got our drinks and found a table.

“So you finally had it out with Pete then?” Toni asked grinning as I took a sip of my drink.

“He didn’t give me much choice, he showed up in my locker room wondering why I didn’t go out to the ring after the show and he just wouldn’t let it go.”

“So what’d he have to say for himself?”

“Some bullshit story about being too afraid to tell me himself that he was leaving.”

“Maybe he was?”

“Please don’t try to defend him.” I pleaded.

“I’m not at all. I think he’s an absolute prick for the way he handled it but all I’m saying is maybe he actually was afraid to tell you? Come on you know how much you mean to him, I don’t think he set out to deliberately hurt you.” Toni stated as I shrugged.

“Maybe you’re right but deliberate or not he did hurt me.”

“Ugh, men are just such assholes.” She huffed rolling her eyes as her phone beeped.

“Tell me about it.” I said taking another sip of my drink.

“Tyler just text me.” Toni said looking up from her phone.

“Is he ok?” I asked.

“Yeah he said he’s out with Pete, Trent and some of the other guys. Pete told him about your argument and he said Pete’s pretty upset over it.”

“Pffft Pete? Upset? Please.”

“Can I ask you something and please don’t kill me?”

“I’m very touchy right now so be careful.” I warned smiling at her.

“Do you think there’s more there between you and Pete than friendship?” Toni asked as I laughed hysterically.

“Are you serious? There’s barely a friendship anymore let alone anything else.” I scoffed.

“Did you ever think maybe that’s because you two can’t just be friends?” She grinned as I paused taken aback by the question. Thankfully, the rest of the girls arrived before I had a chance to answer the question.

Toni and I decided to call it a night once the other girls began to make plans to head to some club. We had tore it up in the ring hours before and we were both exhausted plus I couldn’t get Pete out of my head and I didn’t want to be a buzz kill. We walked back to the hotel and I said goodnight to Toni and headed for my own room. I got undressed, threw on a t-shirt, sleep shorts and took off my make up before climbing in to bed. I tossed and turned for an hour and a half thinking about Pete and what Toni had said. Was she right? Was there more to us than friendship? I bit my lip lying in bed thinking of everything that me and Pete had gone through together. We had been friends for so many years and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t attracted to him but he drove me crazy sometimes. People often thought we were together but we were never anything more than friends except for the occasional drunken kiss when we were younger. I thought at times maybe Pete was interested in me with the way he’d flirt and mess around with me but then he met her and that was that. I didn’t really think about the possibility of us getting together anymore after that. I just continued to focus on my training.

As I finally began to relax and close my eyes, I heard a hard knock on my door. I ignored it at first because I assumed it was one of the guys playing a drunken prank and I wasn’t in the mood but the knock got louder and louder and they weren’t stopping. I looked through the door expecting to see Tyler or Trent but my eyes widened when I saw who it actually was.

“What are you doing here Peter?” I asked angrily opening my door.

“I needed ta see ya.”

“Ok, you’ve seen me. You can go now.” I said trying to close the door but he easily made his way in.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere til ya talk ta me.”

“How did you even find my room?”

“I text Toni…a couple of times and ended up havin’ to ring her because she was asleep.”

“Yeah that’s what people tend to do at this time of night…” I muttered.

“When were you gonna tell me about you and Mark?” Pete questioned as I was taken aback. I hadn’t really told anyone that I was sort of seeing Mark Andrews because it was new and no one elses business.

“Um, I wasn’t?”

“Why not?”

“Because its none of your business? Who even told you?”

“Came up in conversation between some of the lads when we were out.”

“Great, so my love life is being discussed amongst the boys.”

“Love?” He questioned as his eyes widened with shock.

“What? No, I didn’t mean…we’re barely seeing each other!”

“Why him, why Mark out of all people?”

“Why not?”

“He ain’t even ya type.”

“How the fuck would you know my type?”

“I know you betta than anyone.”

“Maybe at one time, not anymore.” I shrugged.

“Ya such a fuckin’ hypocrite ya know? Given me shit cause I didn’t tell ya about WWE but you weren’t gonna tell me you’re datin’ Mark fuckin’ Andrews.”

“That is completely different and you know it.”

“Not really.”

“Ok, I’m not arguing with you anymore, you need to leave.”

“I’m not leavin’ til we’ve sorted this.”

“Are you serious right now? It’s 3am Pete.”

“Like I give a fuck.”

“Ok you’ve been drinking.”

“Yeah, so have you?”

“Which is exactly the reason why I’m not going to argue with you.”

“Who said I wanted to argue?” He shouted.

“Well why else would you be here?”

“Cause I don’t want ta leave tomorrow thinkin’ that ya hate me!” He shouted putting his hands on his head leaning against the door as I placed my hands on my face and sat at the end of the bed.

“Ugh, I don’t hate you! I just…”

“Just what?”

“Nothing…”

“Evelyn, tell me.” He said walking closer towards me.

“Look Pete I am beyond happy for I really am, this is everything you’ve worked so hard for and no one deserves it more than you…”

“But?”

“But, I just wasn’t ready for any of this to happen. I wasn’t ready for you to leave ok?”

“And you think I’m ready ta not see you every day?”

“Well you’ve been doing a good job of it lately.”

“Yeah because every time I see you it reminds me of why I don’t wanna leave.”

“Yeah right…” I scoffed as he frowned.

“Ev, everythin’ we’ve done since the start of this journey has been together. You think I want ta do this without ya?”

“You don’t have a choice. This is your time and you can’t let it pass you by.”

“I know.” He sighed. “I’m sorry I wasn’t the one to tell ya, that was a dick move and you deserved better than that from me.” Pete said taking a seat on the bed beside me.

“Forget about it, I don’t think it would have mattered how I found out, you leaving was always going to devastate me. I just thought being mad at you would be easier than the alternative.” I admitted looking in to his eyes as I began to realise just how close we were.

“Ya won’t be far behind me ya know?” Pete said giving me a reassuring smile.

“Yeah maybe.” I sighed unsure of where I’d be in a few months’ time. Suddenly I was taken away from my thoughts as I felt Pete’s hand rest on mine. I looked at him as he brought the other hand up to my face and pushed my hair out of my face.

“I’ll be right there waiting for ya.” He whispered rubbing his thumb over my knuckles causing my breathing to change. The air in the room changed so suddenly and I felt a heat come over me.

“Shouldn’t you be going?” I asked as his face sunk for a moment almost as if he was disappointed at my comment.

“Only if you want me to.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“D’ya want me ta stay?”

“Is she not waiting for..”

“Does it matter?” He asked as I shook my head in response. It didn’t. I wanted him to stay with me. I wanted him to stay because I wasn’t ready to watch him walk out the door and not know when I would see him again.

“Do I at least get a going away present then?”

“What did you have in mind?” I questioned placing my hands on my hips as his lips curled in to a grin.

“Honestly?”

“Honestly.”

“You…on this bed. Right now.” He stated boldly.

“Pete!” I laughed for a split second before seeing the expression on his face and the passion in his eyes.

“You’re actually serious?” I said quickly getting to my feet.

“I ain’t got time for games, I’m leavin’ tomorrow.” My heart and mouth dropped at about the same time. Was I dreaming? This wasn’t really happening. He had to be joking. Why was I panicking so much?

“Are you fucking insane?”

“Probably.” He shrugged unbothered.

“Pete… I.”

“Don’t tell me you’ve never wondered what it would be like?”

“I….can’t say I have.” Of course I have.

“Ya such a bad liar.” And he knows it.

“Why are we having this conversation?” I questioned.

“Because I want you.”

“Please stop…” I said getting embarrassed.

“Come on Ev, we used to fool around all tha time when we were younger.”

“Yeah when we were younger and single and even then we knew better than to cross that line.”

“Can’t we cross it just once?”

“Pete I ca…”

“Ev… please.”

“And what about Mark?”

“Ya not goin’ steady though?”

“I guess we’re not “official”.” I admitted turning away from him to look out the window.

“So I won’t tell if you don’t.” He purred moving closer to me again until I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck.

“And what about her?” I muttered quietly turning my head to look him in the eyes.

“Can’t this just be about you and me tonight?” He whispered running his fingers up and down my arms before sneaking his arms around my stomach. I tried to slow my breathing and he lightly laughed knowing he was making me nervous.

“Pete….” I whispered as he pulled me around to face him.

“Is this gonna happen?” He asked.

“I don’t..…”

“D’ya want me?”

“I don’t want it to ruin our friendship.”

“It won’t, just one night and we’ll never speak about it again.”

“It sounds like you’ve thought this through.”

“I’ve been thinkin’ about this for a while.” He admitted pausing for a moment before speaking again. “Ave you and Mark…?”

“No.” I interrupted noticing Pete didn’t want to finish the sentence.

“Good.”

“Why, what does it matter?” I asked.

“Because I want ta touch you before he gets to. I want ta…..before he does.” He whispered looking to the ground as he traced his fingers around the line of my shorts.

“Oh…” I muttered biting my lip as we locked eyes again. He must have taken my reply for fear as he pulled his body away from mine.

“Ev, we don’t have to if…” Is all he managed to say before I cupped his face lightly placing my lips to his as he closed his eyes momentarily to process the kiss. He opened his eyes and smiled at me almost with relief before instantly finding my mouth and grabbing a fistful of my hair. I knew then and there that I wanted him, that I had always wanted him and if this was my only chance to have him then I was going to take it.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, my hands moving to his hair as we deepened the kiss. I searched for the end of his shirt and began to pull it upwards and over his head tossing it on the floor. My jaw dropped as I scanned his toned body. It’s not like I hadn’t seen him without a shirt on before but this time was different. I traced my fingers slowly over his abs before he caught my wrists and placed them over my head, trapping me against the cold glass of the window making me shiver as he removed my top with ease exposing my bare breasts. I pressed my body close to his in sheer embarrassment that I was so exposed in front of my best friend.

“Ya don’ ave ta be shy around me Ev. You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.” He whispered, his eyes full of passion leaving wet kisses down my neck and towards my chest. I closed my eyes, wrapping myself around him as he grabbed my legs and lifted me towards the bed. His lips never leaving mine as we fell on the mattress below us.

The next hour or so was…amazing. It was intimate and hot and as we both collapsed on the bed trying to catch our breath I couldn’t help but look up at Pete as I lay on his chest. Sweat dripping from his body, the sheets barely covering his naked form as he ran his hands through my hair.. I blushed as I pulled the covers over me as the realisation hit that I had just had sex with my best friend.

“Ya gone shy again?” He joked pretending to pull the bedsheets off of me.

“I’m just waiting to wake up and for this to all have been a wild dream.”

“Or a nightmare?” He asked as I shook my head.

“No, of course not. I guess I just never thought this would happen.” I admitted as he pulled me closer. I placed my arm over his body not wanting this moment to end because I knew Pete wasn’t mine to keep and in a few hours he would be gone and I didn’t know when I would see him again.

“D’ya regret it?” He asked as I intertwined my fingers with his. I just shook my head. I knew I should have. I knew it shouldn’t have happened. Pete had just cheated on his girlfriend with me and I had just slept with someone other than the guy I hadn’t made things official with yet. As Pete said, tonight was about us and it would never be spoken of again. It would never happen again and with that last thought my heart sunk.

“Do you regret it?” I questioned as he quickly responded. “Not a chance.” He announced before reaching for his phone to check the time. “I’ve gotta leave soon.” He sighed as I continued to hold him closing my eyes to try and stop the tears I could feel coming.

“Pete?” I whispered turning to face the man beside me.

“Hmm?”

“Will you stay with me until I fall asleep? I don’t want to be awake when you leave… I just can’t say goodbye to you. I’m not rea..” I whispered trying to avoid the lump in my throat as he placed his forehead on mine kissing my lips and nodding. Pete tightened his grip on me as I finally began to drift off to sleep not wanting to let him go.

I awoke the next morning, feeling the coldness on the other side of the bed as if Pete had never been there at all. Part of me even wondered if I had in fact dreamt it but the hickeys on my neck when I stood in front of the bathroom mirror told me that it had been real and that I was going to have to use a hell of a lot of concealer to hide the marks. I quickly looked around the room for my clothes seeing a jumper that I knew wasn’t mine draped over the arm chair by the window and a piece of paper on top it.

Just in case you miss me.

Cause I know you will,

Even if you don’t want to admit it.

See you in Orlando – P X

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